Send Troops Early

Seeing the half-grown boy beside Jia Rong laugh loudly and soar into the air, Lu Junyi frowned.

He knew who this boy was.

The illegitimate son of the second branch of Rongguo Mansion's Jia Clan—a worthless nobody who could not be brought into polite company.

Perhaps because he and Jia Rong had both been useless before Jia Rong rose to prominence.

After Jia Rong's rise, he had taken considerable care of Jia Huan.

Yet this time, he had even brought him along to a great battle. That was exceedingly unwise.

Lu Junyi's initial anger was not merely because Jia Rong was a mere child.

It was also because the other side's performance had been so dreadful that he was clearly not a qualified commander-in-chief.

In a national war of this scale, one's enemy could be considered a reflection of oneself.

Jia Rong was such trash, yet he had been sent out to face him. Did Great Gan truly think Lu Junyi was so insignificant?

One could imagine Lu Junyi's rage at being underestimated like this.

Rather than claim such a shameful victory, he would much rather fight Li Lindao in a fateful battle and determine who was stronger.

But when he saw Jia Huan rise into the air, Lu Junyi suddenly had a bad feeling.

Wasn't this illegitimate son of the Jia Clan a complete good-for-nothing?

What exactly had those scouts responsible for intelligence been doing?

It was not only Lu Junyi. Even their own troops were astonished to see Jia Huan drifting upward on the wind.

What was going on?

Only Xue Baochai and Xu Ning continued fighting fiercely, utterly unaffected by the changes around them.

No one noticed that Xue Baochai's simple sweeping, chopping, and striking movements with her spear had become slower than before, yet increasingly heavier.