Chu Lingxi carefully folded the letter and put it away, then said softly, "Master, the front lines are consuming enormous supplies. From now on, I'll work even harder at sorting herbs and do my best to share your workload and save you time."
"Mm." Lin Fan nodded, gazing into the distance. "I'm going to continue cultivating. Only by advancing my cultivation further can I truly protect you all."
More than four months had passed since Lin Fan broke through to the mid Steel Force Realm. He felt that in another half a month at most, he would be able to break through to the late Steel Force Realm.
With a thought, a pale blue screen instantly unfolded. Lin Fan looked at the balance field on the left. His balance of over eighteen billion brought him a surge of reassurance.
On the right, the countdown for 50,000-fold cultivation acceleration was rapidly ticking down. Gathering his thoughts, Lin Fan closed the screen panel and immediately threw himself back into cultivating at full effort.
Inside the main hall of the imperial palace in the Zhao Kingdom's capital.
Candles burned steadily in the hall, and the civil and military officials stood in ranks on either side. Military commanders in clanking armor and civil officials in tall caps and broad sashes all wore solemn expressions.
In the center of the hall below the imperial throne lay an enormous map of mountains and rivers, roughly sixty meters in both length and width. It was densely marked with key information, including the various battlefields where the two kingdoms were fighting, the latest state of the war, and the latest changes to the border.
Even most of the civil officials had some martial cultivation, so there was no concern that they would be unable to see clearly. A