Night was dark and the wind was high—the perfect time for cosmetic surgery.
Outside the secret chamber in the Western Xia Imperial Palace where Li Qiushui was undergoing cosmetic surgery, Dao Mei withdrew her gaze from the dark clouds overhead and said with a faintly complaining tone, "Stinky Constable, just how did you train those thirty-one Iron Hawks? And what terrifying mechanisms did you set up inside that chamber that you even had to keep them from me?"
Originally, Ye Weiming had only asked Li Qiushui for thirty Iron Hawks, but Li Qiushui felt that such a force probably could not stop the Heavenly Mountain Child Elder for even a second, so she demanded more men be added.
Yet under Ye Weiming's chest-thumping assurances, the number was still limited to thirty Iron Hawks. Only for ease of command did she specially assign a grand general to lead them, which could be considered giving Ye Weiming plenty of face.
With Li Qiushui's strict orders and the grand general's authority, Ye Weiming could command these Iron Hawks as easily as moving his own limbs. Even if the demands he made felt like an insult to that grand general!
Ye Weiming shook his head and said casually, "Believe me, you won't want to see what's happening inside."
Without further explanation, he pushed open the chamber door and walked in.
In Ye Weiming's plan, Dao Mei only needed to hold off the Heavenly Mountain Child Elder alone for a while. She did not need to risk her life; so long as she exchanged a few moves and built up some mission completion progress, that would be enough.
As for what came next, he had his own arrangements.
Seeing that Ye Weiming still refused to explain what was inside, Dao Mei did not press him