Elder Ruohua's gaze was complicated. Back then—no, in the years he'd spent cultivating, it had only been yesterday. A mere dozen years had flown by in the blink of an eye. The young man who once could only protect a fortress by repairing Original Treasure Formations had become a peak powerhouse who could ignore experts with a million combat power. One word from him could decide who owned Iron Blood Territory; one word could decide the outcome of a war.
Back then, who could have imagined it?
"Alliance Leader, for us, this war is over now, isn't it?" Elder Ruohua asked.
Lu Yin considered it. "More or less."
Elder Ruohua nodded and said nothing.
Not long afterward, Lu Yin received a call from Wang Wen.
"I thought you were dead," Lu Yin said in high spirits, joking.
Wang Wen gave a bitter smile. "Half-dead, half-alive."
"What happened?" Lu Yin asked, puzzled.
Wang Wen sighed. "I was going to bring back an expert to take charge of the Lu Xuan Army, but nearly made things worse. That girl mocked me, and Sea King almost skinned me alive."
"You really like Qi Qi?" Lu Yin asked, curious.
Wang Wen sighed. "A little, I guess. But that girl isn't interested in me." Then his tone shifted, becoming much more serious. "I've read the battle reports, Pawn Your Highness. You're playing with fire."
Lu Yin's gaze flickered.
"I can more or less guess what you're trying to do. I have to admit, it might work, but it's dangerous. Extremely dangerous. If it goes wrong, the Eastern Frontier Alliance is finished," Wang Wen said gravely.
Lu Yin acknowledged him with a quiet "Mm." "I know."
"Then I want to know the real reason you took charge of this war. Was it for this plan, or