War Reports from Three Nations, and the Sun Moon Empire Changes Its Target

By the afternoon of the next day, the doors of Sea God Pavilion finally opened.

Tang Wutong had changed into a clean blue-gold gown, her long hair secured with a simple clasp. Her face was still somewhat pale, but the platinum mark between her brows was far steadier than it had been the night before. Huo Yuhao walked at her side, deliberately slowing his pace as though afraid she would not keep up. Tang Wutong glanced at him and suddenly smiled softly. "I'm not that easy to break."

Huo Yuhao halted.

There was none of Wang Dong'er's old grievance in those words, nor Wang Qiu'er's habitual provocation. Yet they somehow eased the tightness in his chest. She could be shy, unfamiliar, and at times like this, carry the pride of a little princess of the Divine Realm as she reminded him: don't treat me like a shadow that might scatter at any moment.

"Alright," Huo Yuhao said quietly. "Then tell me when you're tired."

Tang Wutong did not argue. She merely hooked her fingers around his beneath her sleeve for an instant, then quickly let go. The gesture was so brief that outsiders would scarcely have noticed it, yet it finally calmed half of the spiritual sea Huo Yuhao had kept tense all night.

Inside Sea God Pavilion, Xuan Zi, Bei Bei, Tang Ya, Xu Sanshi, Jiang Nannan, He Caitou, Ma Xiaotao, and Ye Guyi had all arrived. There was no wine on the table, no idle chatter—only four communications and a freshly unsealed confidential report from Ming Du.

Three of them were battle reports.

The first came from the northwestern army of the Star Luo Empire, an urgent handwritten report from White Tiger Duke Dai Hao: two Soul Engineer legions of the Sun Moon Empire had crossed the outer