The day she received Huang Lie's letter, Shen Tang didn't rush to inform everyone. Instead, she chose to sleep in comfort for a whole day. It wasn't until the next day, at the morning assembly, that she announced the matter before everyone. Though their expressions varied, not one of them showed the slightest fear or concern about going to war.
They had waited far too long for this day.
All they had to do was get the troops in order, and they could set out.
Shen Tang was more or less the same: calm and composed. There was just one thing she couldn't figure out. "There's something I've always wondered about."
Liao Jia was brimming with curiosity. "What is it?"
"How has Zheng Qiao managed to stay alive until now?" Shen Tang propped her chin on her hand and looked at the letter, which had gone around the room and finally returned to her. "Or rather, after doing so many things that infuriated both men and gods, how has he managed to hold out this long against all those surrounding forces?"
Judging by Huang Lie's letter, she reckoned they still didn't have complete confidence that this campaign to join forces and launch a general assault would wipe out Zheng Qiao's faction.
To some extent, Shen Tang had been able to develop in peace thanks to Zheng Qiao reliably drawing everyone's hatred. That had kept her from being attacked while her faction was still in its infancy. Still, Zheng Qiao's tenacious grip on life had genuinely surprised her. Was there some trick to it?
Of everyone present, only Qiu Cheng's former subordinates had taken part in the Dragon Slaying Bureau and knew firsthand what was happening at the front. Shen Tang directed her questioning gaze at Luan Xin. "Back then, you