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Linghe Camp.

Witnessing that scene, which seemed like the might of heaven itself, Lan Jue stood stunned for several breaths. Then he turned to look at Xie Jun, Yang Qingmu's subordinate, his gaze complicated.

As if he were hoping for something.

"..." Xie Jun blinked. When Lan Jue looked her way for the third time, she finally understood and chuckled.

"I didn't expect Yang Sifu to be so impatient.

"We haven't even had a chance to do anything yet, and he's already gone to Yehuai to look for an opportunity."

Still, judging by the situation, it seemed he hadn't gained much of an advantage.

Was he wary of harming the rat for fear of breaking the vase? After all, it was a commandery city with tens of thousands of people. Without an overwhelming advantage, they had to tread carefully.

So it really was Yang Sifu who had made that move. Is this the might of the Wén Realm? Even from this far away, I can hardly bear it. I want to prostrate myself... Lan Jue no longer had any doubts about Xie Jun and her group's strength. He decided to follow them wholeheartedly. Inwardly, Uncle Lan thought:

Even if the worst came to pass in this battle to reclaim Yehuai, all they could do was lose. But with a Great Being of the Wén Realm protecting them, their safety was assured.

Thinking this, he immediately felt much more at ease.

With no threat of death hanging over him, what was there to fear? Even if he bet wrong, at worst he would follow Xie Jun and the others to Nanyan City.

And that wasn't a bad choice. His dealings with Yang Qingmu might even prove to be an opportunity.

An opportunity for the Lineage to advance further.

In that short