About ten minutes later.
Cao Xing stood atop the city wall, the cold wind billowing his Frost Soul Robe.
He looked down at the fortress that had been completely captured and listened to his subordinates' reports.
Assam respectfully approached his lord and said, "My Lord, this fortress has been completely cleared out."
"We seized a total of 879 Giant Frost Ballistas, 1,578 Frost Catapults, 745 Frost Turrets, and 1 Ogre Transport Wagon."
Chen Changsheng had no idea what to do now. Just as he was about to speak, Wang Mingyang interrupted him.
"Sis, how could you do this? No way—" Before I could speak, Father's expression had already turned somewhat unpleasant. Song Honghong, meanwhile, had become anxious, glaring angrily at her sister, her face burning with humiliation.
Yan Tingting was thrilled. She told You Xiao not to overthink it and to pack everything up first; Grandpa would naturally make the decision. The three brothers did not stop them from packing. Instead, they continued circling the thick pillar in the middle, investigating what lay behind it.
"Over such a trivial matter." Swallow Thief grumbled, glaring at me with obvious defiance. With a snort, he merely reached out and grabbed. A cloud of black vapor rose from the chairman's body—the death aura inside him—and was casually pulled out. It was far easier than I had imagined, though it would not extend his life.
However, Miao Xian, who had worked alongside him for decades, knew that he was also an old minister most trusted by the Zhao State royal family. An offhand remark from him might carry more weight than all the generals and ministers combined. Who could possibly persuade him to enter the palace and pay respects to the Empress Dowager?
Jiang Xinyu only hoped Nangong Tian would stop pulling some trick