On a Meng Chong Battle Ship.
Sima Yao stood holding a knife, his demeanor a stark contrast from when he argued loudly with the White Robe earlier. His face was solemn as he looked at the water ahead.
"Father!"
Sima Chi came to his side: "Everything is arranged, a total of twenty-two thousand men, two large boats, dozens of medium and small warships, the generals under command, and the soldiers all act according to orders."
"Hmm."
Sima Yao said in a deep voice: "Tonight will be very dangerous. I won't be able to look after you, you must take care of yourselves."
"Father, don't worry. I will surely not be afraid of death, but..."
Sima Lan paused, puzzled: "But do we really have to risk so much for this person? Is it worth it?"
"Worth it or not, both depend on timing."
Sima Yao calmly said: "Given our family's current situation, getting through tonight can bring about a true turning point."
While they were speaking.
