A Message from the Grand-Master Uncle, a Deal Behind the War

After Yang Wenqing shared the intelligence he had obtained with Jian Cong, the other end of the line fell silent for more than ten seconds. Then Jian Cong's voice sounded again. "Be ready for a hard fight."

Before the words had faded, the connection cut off.

Yang Wenqing froze for a moment.

Lan Ying poked her head over his shoulder. His face was reflected in her sapphire-blue eyes as she called through the Spirit Sea, "Qingqing."

Yang Wenqing stroked her little head, then summoned the teams from the Command Center. They took their seats one after another. No one urged him on, and no one asked why.

Yang Wenqing stood at the head of the room. Without further explanation, he told Kang He, "Have the soldiers get as much rest as they can. As for the front line, maintain only the bare minimum offensive pressure."

"Can I ask why?" Kang He said.

Yang Wenqing met his gaze. "We wait for orders from the Central Army. There's probably a hard fight ahead of us."

As a veteran, Kang He knew exactly what it meant when a commander spoke of a "hard fight."

If Dragon Palace was about to overturn the table, the best response was to overturn it first. And the most effective option before Jian Cong was to launch an all-out assault on the seven opposing islands.

The best way to do that was for the guard station commanders to go to the front in person, for every regimental commander to lead the charge, and for Third Realm cultivators to hold the skies. The intensity of the fighting would multiply in an instant, and casualties among the rank and file would rise with it.

This was what they called a decisive battle!

Kang He turned and left. He began notifying