383. The Crushing Defeat of Beirong
In the main tent of the Beirong camp, Yelv Ye and Helian Zhen were present. Helian Zhen sat with a grave and silent expression, while Yelv Ye paced restlessly about the tent, his sword-like brows tightly knitted, his face betraying a hint of anxiety and unease.
After pacing back and forth countless times, Yelv Ye stopped and looked at Helian Zhen. "Uncle, could there be any issues on General Helian's side?" Helian Zhen composed himself and replied in a deep voice, "Your Highness, please calm yourself. We haven't received any bad news from Peng'er, so we mustn't lose our composure and throw our own ranks into chaos."
Yelv Ye nodded and fell silent for a long moment before saying gravely, "I don't know why, but I keep having this vague sense of unease."
Helian Zhen remained silent, unsure if it was excessive worry or if something was genuinely about to happen. It wasn't just Yelv Ye; even Helian Zhen vaguely felt that something was amiss.
