In the hall, Hua swiftly raised her hand and knocked out a general who had cried himself nearly unconscious.
She gestured, and several healers from the Alchemy Commission rushed forward. After hurriedly checking his pulse, one whispered a few words to her. Then, with practiced movements, they lifted him and carried him outside.
Guan Liang rubbed his brow and asked quietly, "That's the fourth, isn't it? How is he?"
Hua fell silent for a moment, then sighed. "...Not too bad. At least he hasn't vomited blood like the first three."
Guan Liang looked up at the entire wall of flowers ahead, with his superior's photograph displayed in front.
The black-haired, amber-eyed man wore a bright yellow round-collar robe embroidered with a coiling dragon across the chest. He gazed straight into the camera, wearing his customary, serene smile.
You underestimated yourself and overestimated your subordinates, Guan Liang thought.
Even a Marshal who planned ten steps ahead probably hadn't imagined that his subordinates would suffer this much.
Hua glanced around but found no sign of the Aeon. She couldn't help asking quietly, "Where is he?"
At that, Guan Liang pulled himself out of his thoughts, speechless.
"...You might dare to think about it, but I don't even dare to look for him."
Lan was an Aeon, after all! How could they possibly ask an Aeon to kneel?
Hua considered it for a moment. "But he should at least come, shouldn't he?"
Guan Liang shook his head.
His status as an Aeon was one reason. Daiyang was the other.
What exactly had happened between her and Lan?
Guan Liang didn't know, but he knew Daiyang couldn't withstand any more shocks in her current state.
It was best to minimize the encounters between the Aeon and the woman.
"No need. Having him escort the