The smoke in the air remains, yet the Qin Dynasty refuses to retreat.
Duan Yanran stands above the city, gazing at the lingering smoke, worriedly saying, "The smoke keeps lingering. It's not a solution."
Zhong Emperor and a few others stand behind her, equally concerned. They've witnessed the power of the smoke, and without resolving it, it's a persistent problem.
Ling Tianyu looks at the protective shield he personally set up and, contemplating the still floating smoke, thinks for a moment.
"Since we've already torn faces with the Qin Dynasty, let's blow the smoke over to their side," Ling Tianyu says.
After all, we've already engaged, and I don't mind engaging once more.
If the shield hadn't been set up, and the smoke entered, the acid rain that follows could have severe consequences.
"Pa!"
