Jiang Yang had spoken the truth.
Bai Weiwei's special constitution and extraordinary talent both pleased Jiang Yang greatly.
His expectations for her were somewhat higher than those he held for Feng Luobin and the others.
Bai Weiwei froze for a moment at his words.
She sensed the encouragement and expectations in Jiang Yang's Golden Eyes, and her gaze no longer evaded his. Instead, she nodded earnestly.
"My lord, I'll carefully review what I learned from this battle."
"Good. I'm sure you'll gain something from it."
Jiang Yang smiled and patted her shoulder.
Just then, the dozen or so armored guards also climbed the steps and came to their side.
Their eyes burned with fervor, as though they were being granted an audience with gods.
In fact, the two people before them truly were gods.
The guard captain exchanged a look with the other guards, then asked respectfully.
"My lord, and Your Highness the fairy, what should we do next?"
They looked at the Yuan Dynasty's imperial palace, now within arm's reach-a sight they would never have dared imagine even in their dreams.
Once, an entire dynasty could only tremble beneath this empire's iron hooves before ultimately being destroyed.
Yet with barely more than a dozen people, they had fought their way into the imperial palace and could even catch the Yuan Dynasty's emperor and ministers in a single net.
Several guards had eyes full of fierce satisfaction. They even wanted to go inside and kill every last one of the Yuan Dynasty's emperor and ministers, plunging the realm back into chaos and allowing the remnants of the Song in the south to rise again.
Still, all of this depended on Jiang Yang's wishes.
Jiang Yang looked over their expressions one by one. He understood the guards' excitement; after all, these