Qi An sat in his chair, staring blankly at Yun Du, who had shaken off his dejection and regained his spirit.
This was it.
This was how his lord had been when they first met.
That confidence, that fearlessness, that certainty of victory.
He thought.
Things should really get better this time, right?
Yun Du took a deep breath and instinctively reached for the teacup on his desk. "We have to prepare thoroughly this time. We can't..."
His hand found nothing.
Only then did he notice the shattered teacup and tea leaves scattered across the floor. Coming back to his senses, he looked up at Qi An.
"Seriously, you could have just talked. Why did you smash my teacup?"
"Uh..."
"Forget it. Never mind that."
Yun Du shook his head. "Go reassure the troops first. Minimize the negative impact of this incident as much as possible. I'll draw up a preliminary plan. When you return, tell me about your fourth stratagem, 'Invite the Lord into the Urn.' I'll see whether there's anything we can draw inspiration from and combine."
"Yes!"
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
Abandoned World 999.
A large number of Logistics Pavilion Members had already landed on the beach and begun collecting the spoils.
Chen Fan stood on the city wall, looking into the distance with a hint of a smile in his eyes. This had turned out wonderfully. Not only could the Eternal Night Continent smoothly advance to an eighth-level continent, but the Retirement Clan could also advance to an eighth-level Strange Entity Clan.
It had far exceeded his expectations.
Before coming here, he had never imagined he could bring the Retirement Clan up to the eighth level too.
Just then.
Notifications appeared one after another on the Endless Night Lord Panel in the depths of his soul.
``` Killed