"How naive, huh..."
Earlier, Xia Chuan had only ordered Liu Yuan to lead the Cloud Jiao Army up Snow Hill. He himself, along with Yuwen Dao and other Cold Resistance Level members, had not moved.
Thus, Zhou Yuan's sarcastic taunt was clear to him.
Xia Chuan's lips curled into a slight smile, ignoring Zhou Yuan.
Only after the transport personnel had loaded all the war armor and weapons onto the vehicles, then divided into ten squads to control all the captives, did he wave his hand:
"Continue heading south. Now, you can slow down a bit!"
Upon hearing Xia Chuan's last words, Zhou Yuan's expression first froze, then abruptly lifted his head, looking at the army heading south and the captives behind him. As if realizing something, his face drastically changed.
He understood what Great Xia intended!
"It seems you're not dumb."
Xia Chuan lightly mocked, just as the Great Xia transport personnel took out strips of fabric and gagged all the captives.
