It Turned Out This Was Your Trump Card

"How's the battle going?"

Ye Yun slowly opened his eyes and casually asked the maid standing before him.

For reasons everyone knew, Ye Yun hadn't paid attention to the battle at the front right away.

After all, he'd just spat out a large mouthful of blood essence.

Didn't he need to recuperate?

After spending half a day regulating his breathing, the man's injuries had finally healed completely.

Only then did he remember the battle at the front.

"Reporting to the Great Heavenly Venerate, there's been no news from General Heaven Sha yet!"

The maid replied, looking somewhat apprehensive.

Ye Yun had never been known for his good temper!

To call him mercurial would be no exaggeration!

Honestly, he'd killed no fewer than eight hundred maids—and perhaps a thousand.

They'd died in all sorts of ways!

So it was perfectly normal for the maid before him to be terrified.

After all, right before Ye Yun began treating his injuries, he'd killed another maid!

The maid before him had witnessed the whole thing with her own eyes!

How could she not be afraid?

"Go. Tell Heaven Sha to come report to me!"

Ye Yun seemed to be in a good mood just then and paid no mind to the maid, who was on the verge of trembling.

"Yes, sir!"

At his words, the maid visibly relaxed and hurriedly accepted the order.

Then she bowed to Ye Yun and backed out of the tent.

Ye Yun leaned against the couch behind him and lazily closed his eyes.

With his strength, he could learn everything about the battle at the front with a mere movement of his Divine Sense.

Unfortunately, he couldn't be bothered!

He was a person of high standing, with plenty of subordinates!

If he had subordinates, why do everything himself?

Besides,