Seeing that he seemed to have reservations, Luo Zhao urgently said, "Pavilion Master..."
Yu Cang raised a hand to stop him. "My mind is made up. Say no more. Don't let our relations with Wei Kingdom become strained. Agree to Wei Kingdom's request first. As for when we send troops, we naturally need to prepare properly."
The others understood his meaning. Agreeing was one thing; what they did here would remain what it was. They would proceed at their own pace, with no need for haste.
Luo Zhao's face instantly fell, and he lapsed into silent gloom.
Tian Zhengyang and Ma Chang'an glanced at Luo Zhao's dejected reaction, then instinctively exchanged looks, faint amusement in their eyes. They both cupped their hands and said, "Yes!"
Yu Cang waved a hand. "You may all leave."
"Yes!" The three cupped their hands and withdrew. Before leaving, they all cupped their hands toward the sleeping Xia Lingpei. The gesture was enough; they did not disturb His Majesty's sleep and quietly departed.
After staring at the map for a while, Yu Cang suddenly sighed. "Yan Shanming, Qi Wuhen—if Great Qin had either one of them, why would we have such worries?"
Since Qin Kingdom had been founded, he had deeply come to realize that affairs of state were far more complicated and difficult than matters in the cultivation world. Countless threads were tangled together, touching every aspect of life and draining immense energy. It had been a long time since he had cultivated in peace; his mind was filled with all sorts of chaotic matters.
Many things should not have been his concern, but the emperor was incapable. Yet he could not rest easy entrusting everything to the former officials of Zhao Kingdom. The Zhao emperor, Hai Wuji, was still nowhere to be found.