At mist-shrouded Dragon-Sorrow Crossing, the Demon Race army receded like the tide.
What remained were shattered skiffs, waterlogged banners, dying embers not yet extinguished... and blood in the water that had yet to disperse.
The waters ran bottomless-deep, with who knew how many fresh corpses within.
The Human Race fleet stood in formation, a thousand sails arrayed, holding the waves still.
Lü Yandu narrowed his eyes as he looked ahead. "Why do you think they withdrew?"
Jiang Wang looked around before realizing he was being asked. He answered decisively, "They must have been cowed by the heavenly might of the True Lords!"
Gan Chang'an of the Qin Kingdom had just flown up from a tower ship. Hearing this, his expression turned strange for a moment. After thinking it over, he flew back down again.
He and Jiang Wang could be considered old acquaintances from the Yellow River, yet he had never known there was such a true character in this world.
Naturally, Lü Yandu did not take it seriously either. He merely asked, "Then why do you think we are not pursuing them?"
Jiang Wang smiled. "I have commanded troops before, too."
Lü Yandu examined him somewhat. "I would like to hear the details."
Jiang Wang shook his head. "What this junior means is that I need not know why they withdrew, nor why we are not pursuing. There can only be one will in an army. At present, I am the one taking orders."
Lü Yandu laughed. "So you do know something of warfare!"
"Listen to yourself!" Meng Lingxiao lightly waved his folding fan at the side. "He was once the youngest military-merit marquis among the hegemonic states of All Under Heaven. Even if you wanted to teach him something and pick up a little karmic affinity, you should