Who??
The Crown Prince?
Zeng Anmin?
Dean Shi??
Not to mention Duke Wei Tian Ji and the Princess.
Even Zeng Shilin, seated in the commander-in-chief's position, was utterly bewildered.
It sounded like they were talking about the Heavenly Script.
If they said Zeng Anmin had come, he would believe it.
But Zeng Anmin had managed to bring the Crown Prince here too??
Wasn't that pure nonsense?
His Majesty only had this one legitimate son left. Would he dare send him onto the battlefield?
Impossible!
Zeng Shilin's first reaction was that the armored soldier reporting outside the tent had run into a swindler.
His face immediately darkened, and a sharp, gloomy glint flashed in his eyes.
Before he could speak, the Princess's expression turned cold. Looking at the armored soldier outside the tent, she parted her red lips.
"Could they be from Myriad Demon Mountain?"
"Most likely a scheme of the Demon Race." Tian Ji frowned lightly. "Only those demons could come up with such a clumsy plot."
Clearly, none of those present believed the Crown Prince would come to Qinghai Bay at a time like this.
"This old man would like to see who has the gall to be so bold."
A cold gleam flickered in Zeng Shilin's eyes as he looked at the soldier outside.
"Let them in."
"Yes!"
"It seems the situation here at Qinghai Bay is even more complicated than this old man imagined."
Dean Shi's brows were knitted together.
Along the way, the snow had nearly buried them alive.
Forget a great army—even a small wandering force would find it harder than climbing to the heavens to advance.
Qin Shouchang stood there expressionlessly, his profound gaze fixed on the commander's tent not far ahead.
"What matters most now is finding out exactly what has happened