Fang Yun put away his official seal and gently shook his head, a smile on his face.
That child Jing An actually took Zhang Wankong's boasting seriously. Luckily, I knew such a thing could never happen and never mentioned it. Otherwise, I would surely have become the laughingstock of Sage Kong's Literary World, or even the entire human race.
With these thoughts in mind, Fang Yun sat in the carriage, his eyes closed as he rested.
This time, Fang Yun did not read. Instead, he worked through the army's coming movements and the likely movements of the barbarians.
The barbarians here differed from those on the Saint Origin Continent and in the Demon Realm. Seemingly influenced by Sage Kong's Literary World, they preferred to win using human methods, much like the barbarians humans had domesticated.
At this thought, Fang Yun gained a glimmer of understanding. There was probably more to Sage Kong's Literary World than met the eye. It was not merely meant to cultivate Literary World people for battle.
The journey was much the same as before. Neither the generals of the Deer Gate Army nor those of the Jingnan Army spoke with Fang Yun.
The only change was in the attitude of the soldiers around him: they treated him with a little more respect.
Fang Yun did not know the precise marching plan, but by nightfall, he had more or less deduced it from the direction the army was taking.
*Previously, the army took the fastest route, often crossing wastelands or hills and passing cities without stopping. Now, though, we seem to be sticking to the safer official roads, going from one city to another, then on to the next. As long as we rest beside a city under the protection of its Temple of Sages, the barbarians