The sound of his voice rolled through the ponytail, falling into the wind of the chilly spring, warming yet still carrying cold.
"All we need is elite troops, all we need is speed."
"What is the vanguard? Whoever reaches Guiyi City first, that's the true forerunner among a million troops!"
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The coolness of the spring breeze descends peacefully.
Sitting in a quiet chamber, Ren Qiuli lets out a gentle sigh.
This room can isolate all qi mechanisms, minimizing the exposure of Southern Dipper Palace's combat information.
Of course, now it's not so tense, as Yisheng Feng secretly headed to the eastern battlefield days ago.
Her sigh is as light and faint as the thin smoke from the incense beside her—this is Phoenix Seal Incense, gained by Yisheng Feng after many life-and-death encounters in Yu Yuan, especially dedicated to her.
Despite the collision of national powers, all divinations become blurry.
Yet there's still a mystical sense, providing her an answer.
