Everyone in the command headquarters was silent, not knowing what to do.
If only the Commander wasn't injured.
With the Commander's abilities, he could easily deliver supplies to each of the defending islands and bolster the spirits of the soldiers there who were on the verge of collapse.
But the Commander was also severely injured, spitting blood last night, unable to get out of bed.
At this moment.
The atmosphere in the command headquarters was filled with dejection.
At this time.
A man in white, sitting cross-legged on the coffee table, starkly contrasting with the military uniforms in the room, took a sip of tea and said, "I must say, you all are really lucky. Our Shu Mountain Sect happens to have a few Spiritual Beasts that could help you. I also want to help, only I couldn't find a reason to."
The commanders looked at him, their brows furrowed, their expressions revealing annoyance and resentment.
But no one dared to speak up.
