Turbulent winds swept across the land.
The sudden changes in Ying State stirred thunderclaps that rose thousands of feet into the sky.
Even the armies originally preparing to march north against the Taiping forces came to a halt.
Generals Yuan Shitong and Xue Tianxing had fought several battles along Ying State’s borders, but now they saw their troops retreat and fortify their defenses.
Both felt confusion and worry gnawing at their hearts.
They sensed that the delicate task of restraining the opposing side was faltering.
After retreating, Yuan Shitong hurried to find Mr. Wen Qingyu but couldn’t locate him right away.
Upon asking around, he learned that Mr. Wen Qingyu had gone fishing again.
Xue Tianxing frowned anxiously. “At a time like this, does the master still have time to fish?!”
But Yuan Shitong let out a long sigh of relief, tossing aside his bloodstained helmet with a roar: “Hurry, bring over some stew with pickled cabbage and meat! I need to eat well and recover!”
Such a relaxed display made Xue Tianxing laugh bitterly. “Eat, eat, eat—you only care about eating! How can you swallow food in a situation like this?”
Yuan Shitong replied, “You’re smart—smarter than me. But do you think you're smarter than the master?”