Wen Caishang lightly patted her skirt, shaking off some dust, and said faintly: "I was just curious. On my way here, I saw a place where corpses are stored, with tens of thousands of Corpse Soldiers inside, nourished by dark blood, ready and waiting. Like going to battle, their ferocious power is overwhelming, unstoppable, and quite remarkable."
He Wentian's kind face turned cold, thinking: "Now that things have come to this, whatever the cost in troops or resources, I must leave this woman here. Otherwise, if deeds are exposed, I will face endless disasters. Yet this woman... is extremely mysterious. If it comes to a fight, am I truly her match? Perhaps I should first use words to soothe and deceive her, then covertly inflict harm?" His expression was unpleasant as he pondered continuously.
