The final battle.
Chen Ye led so many people to evacuate from Xiangcheng, the city, now with only a little over a hundred soldiers, had become an empty husk.
Bai Lian arranged for these people to be stationed at the city gates, beating the drums daily, none of the usual procedures were missing, and they even created a fog of illusion regarding the arrival of food and supplies, mixing the false with the true.
The enemy forces didn't dare to act rashly for the moment.
The sword hanging over one's head could only be truly understood by those who had experienced it themselves.
"I need some time," the dean had previously told Bai Lian with ambition, but when it came to his turn, he feared he would mess up the composition.
He hung up the phone.
The dean turned to ask the sound engineer, "Did you get that recording just now?"
The young girl had never seen the dean so meticulous, "I got it, it's recorded."
