"Maybe," Ye Zhi continued to laugh, "I might be lucky enough to travel back, didn't you come here after your soul transferred post-death? Who knows, if I die, maybe I can really go back."
An Jing gave a bitter smile: "You haven't even gone yet and you're talking about dying, that's too unlucky. I can't let you go."
Not waiting for Ye Zhi to speak, An Jing continued, "Alright, let's forget about using flour to defeat the enemy. Neither you nor I will go. Instead, let's make four more explosives and blow up the four gates of the Imperial City. It's just the gates, so not much explosive is needed; we should be able to make them quickly."
Unlike last time when we blew up a mountain, which required a lot of explosives and took quite a few days.
