"Good. With your assurance, I can rest easy."
Wei Yuan nodded gladly. Yi Tian was one of the people who knew Wan Jiang best, and his endorsement naturally gave Wei Yuan much greater confidence.
"In that case, I'll promote Wan Jiang to deputy commander of the East China Army first. Once he's familiar with its military affairs, I'll make further arrangements."
"All right."
Yi Tian nodded. Wan Jiang had the potential to become a Pillar of the Nation, and now that he possessed a complete war god divine core, his capabilities were beyond question.
"By the way, there's something else."
Wei Yuan looked at Zhou Yuan's remains and said hesitantly:
"Zhou Yuan's death hasn't been announced in Great Xia yet. Do you think we should tell Mo Yao first?"
Yi Tian was momentarily at a loss for words.
As his daughter, Zhou Mo Yao naturally had the right to know of her father's death.
But Zhou Mo Yao had only just emerged from more than a decade of blindness. She had enjoyed less than a week of happiness, and suddenly telling her that her father had died would be truly cruel.
"..."
Yi Tian stared at Zhou Yuan's remains in silence.
But a moment later, he abruptly raised his head.
An unusual gleam lit his eyes, and he raised a hand as he said:
"Don't tell Mo Yao yet."
Wei Yuan nodded slightly, assuming Yi Tian was considering Zhou Mo Yao's feelings and intended to tell her later.
But Yi Tian's next words made Wei Yuan's eyes fly wide open.
"I might still have a chance to resurrect Zhou Yuan."
"What!?"
Wei Yuan was so astonished that he failed to control his volume, drawing the gazes of the many officers around them inside the command tent.
Wei Yuan snapped back