Lezheng Yang stood at his side, clad in silver armor with a sword at his waist. The lingering warmth of his six-winged Holy Angel Martial Soul had yet to fade, and a faint golden glow still surrounded him.
He had just returned from inspecting the area outside the south gate. The city defenses were all secure; not a single member of the sects had escaped, and every defensive line was intact.
Xiao Dingtian stood on the other side in black general's heavy armor. His iron-gray hair was simply bound with a metal hairpin, and his face was stern, his eyes sharp. The Imperial Guards' Heavy Cavalry had all returned to camp and could be deployed at any moment.
Ju Zi stood in the corner, her orange-red hair tied in a neat ponytail. She still clutched her command flag, not yet having had a chance to put it down.
The Long-range Soul Guidance Cannon Unit under her command had all three hundred Level 7 Soul Guidance Cannons in position. Their muzzles were aimed at the main roads outside Ming Capital's four gates, and ammunition was stockpiled in abundance. They could open fire at a moment's notice.
Huo Yuhao stood beside her in a crisp, dark blue military uniform. The silver stars on his shoulder boards gleamed in the candlelight. His expression was calm, giving nothing away, but his hand remained on the Communication Soul Tool at his waist as he waited for news from the front.
The Imperial Study was quiet. No one spoke loudly. The only sounds were the crackle of the candles and the occasional rustle of a turning page.
Xu Tianran set down his brush and leaned back in his chair. He raised a hand to rub his brow, then asked, "Where's Yanli?"
"Your Highness is at Angel