"Aren't you worried at all about the battlefield over there?"
On the boat en route to the West Sea, the once Duke Qi Tian Heng, now the Sea God of the West Sea, sat next to Chen Qing and asked curiously.
"If Xu Hu loses there, the mist over Nanming Prefecture hasn't scattered yet, and there's a large buffer zone where we can always redeploy. By comparison, the battle situation in the West Sea has a greater impact on what follows. And besides, Xu Hu's side is unlikely to lose."
"That confident?" Tian Heng frowned.
"It's not about confidence; the combat strength on both sides is just so..." Chen Qing looked at him, "You've been here for a year now, can't you see what the War God Army is capable of?"
