Tang Wanzhou always carried an aura of leadership—confident and composed, bold yet meticulous, always knowing exactly what to do next.
No wonder in the northern territory, everyone revered her like a sovereign.
Li Weiyi said, “Since the young lord is carrying a mission to Long City, the blood crystals spent on the spatial teleportation—shouldn’t they be covered by the Dongxu Camp?”
Tang Wanzhou smiled and replied, “I didn’t report this to the deputy watch commander. I acted on my own. If I succeed and bring back Qin Zhengyang’s head, it won’t just be about the Dongxu Camp covering the blood crystal cost of teleportation. Even applying for a medicinal herb that’s six thousand years old as a reward would be no problem. But if I fail, I’m sure to be scolded for reckless behavior and punished accordingly.”
“I can only lend you a hand at most,” Li Weiyi said.
Tang Wanzhou shook her head. “This is a dangerous matter—it’s a personal test for my cultivation. You shouldn’t get involved. When you break through your realm and reach longevity, then we’ll fight side by side and settle scores with pleasure. But on the cultivation path, I won’t be waiting for you—you have to catch up.”
Today was the eighth day of the Lunar New Year.