After walking out of Taiji Hall, Yang Zhengshan did not return directly to his mansion. Instead, he first went to the Secret Martial Guard to request a copy of the Star Moon Sect's files.
As the saying went, know yourself and know your enemy, and a hundred battles would not end in defeat. He did have some understanding of the Star Moon Sect, but it certainly was not as detailed as what the Secret Martial Guard knew.
After returning to the mansion, Yang Zhengshan first went back to the main courtyard and told Yu Qingyi about the matter.
After Yu Qingyi listened, she said with some concern, "Will there be danger in encircling and annihilating the Star Moon Sect?"
"Danger? What danger?" Yang Zhengshan was stunned.
"The Star Moon Sect should have more than one Innate Martial Artist!" Yu Qingyi said.
Yang Zhengshan laughed. "In terms of Innate Martial Artists, my Da Rong has far more than the Star Moon Sect! Don't worry. When has your husband ever lost?"
It was not that Yu Qingyi had no confidence in Yang Zhengshan. It was just that Yang Zhengshan had not gone to the battlefield these past few years, and instead, she had grown a little more worried.
In the past, she had worried too, but back then, her habits from the jianghu had not yet changed. She still took life and death rather lightly. Now, however, she had not only grown used to the Yang Family's life, but had also adapted to life in the Capital. Facing life and death, she was no longer as decisive as she had once been.
"Then should this concubine go with Husband? This concubine has never accompanied Husband to the battlefield before!" Yu Qingyi said, somewhat tempted.
Yang Zhengshan shook his head slightly. "Forget it.