Hearing his adoptive father's words, Di Lin could not help observing a moment of silence for Zichuan Canxing.
He already stood no chance of winning, and with their mole among his ranks, every move he made was an open hand of cards to them.
This time, his adoptive father had even brought the Lin Clan's power into play.
Zichuan Canxing would be hard-pressed to escape death!
After Di Lin left, Lin Junyu summoned Flowing Wind Shuang alone and told her everything that had happened.
"Shuang, once I leave for Binyang, I'll leave things here to you and Di Lin. With your abilities, the four hundred thousand troops Zichuan Canxing has prepared for defense will be nothing but decorations before you! I'm sure I'll soon hear the good news that your army has reached Danya and captured Zichuan Canxing alive!"
Lin Junyu stroked Flowing Wind Shuang's silky long hair as he spoke, his voice full of trust.
Flowing Wind Shuang sat quietly, lost in thought, allowing Lin Junyu to stroke her hair.
"What's wrong? What are you thinking about so intently?"
Lin Junyu kneaded Flowing Wind Shuang's little cheeks and asked curiously.
Flowing Wind Shuang rolled her eyes at him and chided him.
"Obviously, I'm thinking about how to end this war quickly! You hands-off boss!"
After spending so much time with him, Flowing Wind Shuang had finally come to understand some of Lin Junyu's temperament.
Although he was immensely powerful and seemed to know and understand almost everything, making him nearly perfect in every respect.
His one flaw was that he was a little lazy and liked leaving everything to others.
Yet it was precisely this flaw that made him feel more real to Flowing Wind Shuang.
Otherwise, it would have been hard to imagine that this continent could produce