I'm the Lord, After All [Monthly Tickets, Please]

"Retreating?"

The news reached Wu Xian's camp, and everyone was delighted.

Wu Xian pressed for details. "Are you certain the report is true?"

As the saying went, "There was no such thing as too much deception in war." It was entirely possible to feign a retreat to lower their guard, then set an ambush along their route. Wu Xian knew how devious Huang Lie's forces were. They had pursued them like rabid dogs for so long—how could they simply call it quits?

The scout reported, "The information is confirmed."

Huang Lie's forces hadn't made a showy retreat, so the scouts on the front lines hadn't noticed at first. By the time they realized something was wrong and sent people to investigate, Huang Lie's camp was already deserted. Judging by the tracks they had left behind, they seemed to have departed in several groups.

Realizing this, the scouts hurried after them.

Judging by the direction Huang Lie's forces had taken, the chance they were lying in wait to double back and attack was almost zero. In short, the crisis was over.

After listening to the scout's long, detailed report, Wu Xian finally let out a breath of stale air. The gloom that had built up over the past few days vanished completely. If Huang Lie had been his only problem, Wu Xian would have been confident enough to keep fighting. But with Zhang He stabbing him in the back, he had a headache on his hands.

The external crisis hadn't been resolved, and trouble had erupted within his own ranks. Wu Xian was certain the Tianhai faction wouldn't dare start a full-blown mutiny, but being forced to make decisions with a hand pressing down on his neck filled him with anger, like a volcano held back for too long. Beset by