The Jimin Association's Small Request

Upon hearing this, Wang Ping immediately became interested in Li Miaolin's puppet arts. But he also knew this was surely one of their closely guarded secrets, so he shifted to a subject that interested him and asked, "Where is Cheng Xi now?"

"Chongshan Island. It lies at the southernmost edge of the Southeast Islands; farther south is the territory of the Southern Islands." Li Miaolin answered crisply.

As Wang Ping nodded, he glanced at Liu Huaien beside him, then turned to Xia Weny. "Wen Yi, you will be responsible for organizing this intelligence."

"Yes!"

"Also, fifty thousand Demon Race naval troops will be heading south soon. Make the arrangements as you see fit. My requirement remains the same: I do not need any clever stratagems, only attrition. Use our defensive advantage to constantly wear down the Liangjiang region's and Seventh Prince's soldiers."

Xia Weny looked up at Wang Ping upon hearing this. He seemed to have something to say; after all, such a war of attrition was far too cruel. But when he met Wang Ping's gaze, he swallowed the words at his lips and answered firmly, "Yes!"

Wang Ping looked up at the sky and said, "It is getting late. Arrange a courtyard for Daoist Li."

"Yes!"

"Many thanks, True Person!"

Li Miaolin clasped his fists in thanks, then said, "This poor Daoist will take his leave first. Should True Person have any command, I will follow unto death." His words sounded somewhat like the formal courtesies exchanged among outlaws of the greenwood, perhaps because of the environment he had lived in for so many years.

Wang Ping merely returned the gesture with clasped fists.

After Li Miaolin and Xia Weny left, Liu Huaien took out the Spirit Communication Stone and the two demonic weapons. "Returning these to you."