Of course, Wen Ying, Uncle Zhang, and Aunt Zhang knew nothing of these events.
They watched with their own eyes as Wen Ying used incense to light the massive paper warship, then saw it slowly burn to ashes.
It burned rather slowly, as if some protective force clung to the otherwise ordinary paper.
It burned rather slowly.
Her complexion visibly changed, but after she popped something into her mouth, her expression returned to normal.
Seeing this, Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang, who were kneeling to the side, breathed a sigh of relief.
Meanwhile, in the world below, the warship descended, a divine blessing for Zhang Shuai.
A deafening RUMBLE echoed through most of the world, annihilating all the enemy forces that had taken the opportunity to attack.
Nearly half of them surrendered.
All the soldiers knelt below. Gazing up at Zhang Shuai and His Highness Chaochao on the warship, they roared, "May heaven bless Zhang Shuai! May heaven bless Your Highness!"
