Wu Dao nodded, his voice hoarse and aged, "Hmm, how about Qin Muyan?"
"He's in a better position than Chu Yihan. Beiling can't take him down for the moment, but following your method, we poisoned his soldiers. Now half of his troops are paralyzed on the ground, unable to move. He's been forced into retreat and is now not far from Yungui City."
"They've all come," Wu Dao said with a hint of excitement in his raspy voice.
He twirled his black-leather gloved wrist, and in his right hand, he held a white box with carvings Hong Lian had never seen before, so beautiful and unfamiliar.
Hong Lian had always been curious, "Pavilion Master, this box is very pretty, but what exactly is inside?"
Whenever Wu Dao was in the hall, he consistently held this box, but it seemed light as if it contained nothing.
"You shouldn't ask about things that don't concern you," Wu Dao turned to Hong Lian with an implicit warning.
