"Mr. Gu..."
Gu Xiaoman hesitated for a second and took the thin letter.
The old and the young exchanged glances.
Gu Qilin quietly raised a finger, placed it on his lips, and winked at the young girl, signaling her to keep the letter safe.
Gu Xiaoman understood Mr. Gu's intent and swallowed back the words she was about to speak.
"Today's battle counts as a major victory."
Gu Nanfeng said, "The low-level Transcendent creatures of the Traveler Tribe reproduce quickly, but there are very few Gray Dragons; losing even one of this level of power is significant!"
Deep Sea orchestrated this conflict to test the strength of the North Continent's troops.
"There will be a peaceful period coming up."
He paused and returned to the wheelchair behind Gu Qilin, leaning forward, "Mr. Gu... why not take a good rest during this time, and refrain from getting involved in the Gu Castle affairs."
His words were said with much tact.
