[On the eastern breeze, the night let loose a thousand blossoming trees]
[Then it blew them down]
[Stars fell like rain]
Bai Su had no idea how this Word Spirit worked in the hands of other Literary Scholars, but she knew all too well what it did in her lord's hands. It was clearly a lethal attack meant for a chaotic battlefield—so why were the fireballs falling on their own camp?
She didn't understand. Confusion gnawed at her.
But she soon got her answer.
The fire had indeed been set by Shen Tang. It wasn't that her Word Spirit had gone out of control or mistaken its target. She had deliberately set fire to their own tents. Before the blaze began, the supplies and personnel inside had already been moved in an orderly fashion, leaving nothing but empty shells.
The camp looked and sounded like a chaotic battle, but it was all for show. They fought while secretly taking advantage of the confusion to move their people out.
Then, at just the right moment, they called down heavenly fire to burn the tents, leaving "no bodies to prove anything" and giving them a legitimate excuse to turn their troops from a visible force into a hidden one.
Flames formed from literary energy were different from ordinary fire. If they weren't extinguished in time, they left not even a skeleton behind.
That also explained why the number of corpses near the camp didn't match the actual number of missing people. Shen Tang had planned it all down to the last detail. Given how the Ten Crows' delegation was struggling just to look after itself, they probably had no time to notice these minor discrepancies.
Bai Su crossed the fireground and reached Shen Tang's side.
"My lord, I'm late."
Shen Tang looked