Seclusion, Forging the Golden Core!

Yang Wenqing's considerations were not without reason.

He could suppress the nearly boiling impulse lurking in his subconscious not only because of the composure he had cultivated over many years, but also because of the responsibility resting on his shoulders at this moment.

The Allied Army numbered over a hundred thousand and stretched across a blockade line spanning thousands of kilometers. If he truly cast everything aside and entered seclusion to charge at the Golden Core, then should anything go wrong, cracks might appear in the defenses of the entire Fifth War Zone.

Qian Xin smiled upon hearing this. "You can hand things over to Ao Yuan for the time being. The Dragon Palace will certainly be willing. If anyone raises objections, let the Dragon Palace deal with them. The Dragon Palace's banner still carries weight in the southern seas."

Yang Wenqing lowered his head in thought. He had built the Allied Army up with his own hands, and many among its ranks were Yang Family descendants or his old subordinates. Asking him to completely let go, even only temporarily, naturally left him unable to set his mind at ease.

Qian Xin saw through his thoughts and smiled. "Don't worry. Everyone knows full well what the Allied Army is like. Even if you wanted to hand it over now, a whole crowd would oppose it. First would be everyone in the Eastern Sea, then Wei Chong. This blockade line is the fruit of his heart and blood. With the end in sight, how could he possibly hand it over to someone else so casually?"

Naturally, Yang Wenqing understood these principles as well. Now that his grand martial uncle had emphasized them, most of the doubts in his heart dispersed.

Qian Xin continued, "You can attempt your seclusion here on Fengle