A reunion with the younger generation

But many things had remained unchanged.

The faith in her eyes, for instance, and her respect for Chen Xuan.

All the officers and soldiers had left, leaving only Chen Xuan, his two companions, and Joan of Arc in the spacious room.

She personally set out a few chairs for them, then brewed fresh black tea with hot water from an insulated flask and handed them their cups.

"Am I interrupting your work?" Chen Xuan asked, looking a little sheepish.

Clearly, she was still a central figure in the French Army, though she probably no longer had to lead charges herself.

"Not at all." Joan of Arc smiled. "I couldn't be happier to see you on the eve of a great battle, Your Excellency Divine Envoy. I had some misgivings about this campaign, but now I have nothing to worry about."

She paused briefly before continuing, "Of course... I know you may not have come to see me, so I've also sent word to the sect leaders of the Allied Forces. They should receive the news soon."

"The war with England?" Chen Xuan asked curiously.

"Indeed." Joan of Arc nodded. "Although you haven't appeared in all this time, I imagine you must have seen everything on the battlefield through the eyes of God."

Uh... actually, I haven't.

"The truths witnessed by the Lord are not lightly revealed to the world. Even if I know something of the circumstances, I would still like to hear about them from you," Chen Xuan said leisurely.

"Is this how he used to fool you?" Lin Qing whispered into Liu Shuyue's ear.

Liu Shuyue smiled gently. "Luckily, I believed him back then."

Joan of Arc harbored no doubts whatsoever and answered at once, "I understand. Here is the situation: in the past, our strategy was primarily