"Heh heh heh, I'm used to slinging mud," Shen Tang said. The thought of the adult princes of the Ten Crows turning on one another over this and escalating their infighting lifted her spirits several notches. "Let them fight until the sky darkens. We'll get a chance to breathe, too."
How easy was it to guard the border?
The border defenses were in tatters.
A neighboring state, ambitious and watchful, had its eyes fixed on them.
Shen Tang's little makeshift outfit was no match for the Ten Crows. How could she not feel the pressure?
Once she'd rested enough, Shen Tang summoned Motorcycle again.
She caught up with the main force in one go.
Then she began planning their route ahead.
Jiang Sheng settled himself securely, then suddenly recalled something. "My lord, now that your Martial Spirit has formed, why don't you transform your martial energy into a horse?"
Motorcycle certainly looked impressive, and the pure-white mule, without a single speck of another color, was worth no less than an ordinary warhorse. But with its stupid-looking face, it was nowhere near as imposing as a warhorse. And yet his lord was inexplicably fond of the mule.
He asked purely out of curiosity.
Shen Tang was speechless. The corner of her mouth twitched. "...First Ascendant, you really know how to bring up the one thing I don't want to hear."
Did she not want a warhorse?
It was just that when she used a Martial Gall Warrior's Word Spirit to turn her martial energy into a horse, what appeared in the end was still Motorcycle. She'd tried several different Word Spirits, and the result was always the same. Motorcycle had even blinked its big, dark, dewy eyes in confusion, as if asking why she had nothing better to do than summon