"Hey, hey, Captain Zhang, stop just laughing. Let me ask you something..." Fufu called.
The laughter stopped.
Everyone looked at her.
"I just wanted to ask everyone: does our journey down to Jiangnan end here?"
Zhang Tao nodded lightly. "In name, it hasn't ended, but in reality, it already has!"
"Stop copying the way he talks. Give me a straight answer!" Fufu wasn't very satisfied.
Zhang Tao gave her a straight answer. "Next, we'll have to set foot in all the Twelve Prefectures of Jiangnan. Our schedule might be even tighter than before, but there won't be any more major battles. Every sect will follow the course Lord Su has set, hand over everyone implicated in the Ministry of Justice's cases, and relinquish all their holdings."
Fufu said, "Because all the Way-Grasping Sects have already declared their positions, the other sects no longer have anyone backing them, so they wouldn't dare face our army alone anymore, right?"
"Not quite!" Zhang Tao said. "To be precise, those remaining sects won't just be facing our army alone. They'll even have to face pressure from the Way-Grasping Sects."
"Huh? Pressure from the Way-Grasping Sects too?" Fufu was puzzled. "You mean my husband held a blade to their throats to make them declare their positions, yet they have no complaints? Not only will they cooperate in issuing the initiative, they'll even take the lead in pressuring the other sects?"
Mad Wolf curled her lips. She rather disliked how this girl kept slipping "my husband" into serious discussions.
Zhang Tao paid that no mind and explained...
Some things couldn't be judged by their surface alone. One had to see the deeper layers underneath.
Perhaps those Way-Grasping Sects really had issued the initiative beneath his butcher's blade, but once they had issued it, they had to