Duan Yanran felt at ease. The billion-strong army was indeed formidable, even spine-chilling, but that was only true for others. For them, it was still far from daunting.
It's merely a great pressure, but pressure is what drives us.
Duan Yanran sat alone in the Rear Garden. Her daughter was still in seclusion; she could only be here by herself, while her sister was playing in The City.
"What are you thinking about?" Not long after she sat down, the Starry Elder arrived.
Duan Yanran quickly stood to greet him.
"Greetings, Master." Duan Yanran cupped her hands in salute.
The Starry Elder waved his hand, signaling there was no need for formalities, and sat down.
"Nothing really." Duan Yanran said as she sat down.
"Worried about Zhen Wu, right?" How could the Starry Elder not see it? With a billion-strong army appearing here, the situation over there couldn't be good either.
"Yes." Duan Yanran was naturally worried; no one knew how things were now.
