He had promised her that he would take her away. She had failed to leave with him in time only because certain matters had delayed her, but his promise would not change. He would wait until she was finished.
Xuanwei smiled, though it was impossible to tell what that smile tasted of. "Even you think Wei Kingdom is doomed to lose?"
Ximen Qingkong did not know how to answer. The outcome of this war might matter to her, but to him, it did not matter in the slightest. Deep down, he even selfishly hoped it would all end sooner, hoped this war would end sooner—even if Wei Kingdom lost.
But he could not say that. He knew what Xuanwei cared about. He knew she was exhausting the last of her strength, hoping to turn things around.
He had also considered helping Xuanwei, but faced with the tidal-wave charge of hundreds of thousands of troops mingled with experts as numerous as clouds, even if he threw himself in, he could only make a slightly larger splash. He was powerless. He could not help Xuanwei with anything, nor could he win her favor. All he could do was what lay within his power: protect her as best he could with his own strength!
His silence was acquiescence. Xuanwei gave a bitter smile. How could she not know that Wei Kingdom was practically finished?
Although Wei Kingdom still had quite a bit of territory not yet occupied by Jin Kingdom, that was only because its lands were vast. Jin Kingdom could not seize everything at once in such a short time.
Yet many strategic passes and vital locations had already fallen to the Jin army. The lands not yet occupied had also been carved apart and isolated, their channels of communication tightly strangled