Hou Yuxiao's pupils slightly contracted, gaining a renewed understanding of Sikong Yue's prestige. It was crucial to know that the millions of soldiers here were mostly former members of Leiyin Temple. Logic dictated that as long as Fahai wasn't foolish, after joining the New Moon Cult these past few years, he should have firmly controlled this batch of old troops, ensuring their loyalty. However, it seemed at the moment, Sikong Yue's status in their minds was evidently higher than Fahai's.
Fahai seemed lost in thought, his expression constantly shifting, transforming from initial anger to gradual calmness. Finally, he looked at Hou Yuxiao with a couple of cold laughs and asked sternly, "You're making me retreat fifty miles. Sect Hierarch, is this plan to let Hou Jing land ashore? What is Hou Jing doing coming ashore? Hou Yuxiao, in your heart, you should know, right?"
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Hou Yuxiao fell silent for a while, gently shaking his head.
