On this day, a mahjong game was in full swing in the main tent when Wang Yao suddenly called a powerful figure next to him to take his place. He then turned around and left the tent, staring blankly at the army in front of him.
At this time, Tongxuan's army was no longer what it used to be. As Wang Yao looked around, he could not see the end of the line. All around the tent, there were groups of Fuzhong carrying flying planes, not much different from the private planes of the Zhanghuang clan. However, they did not fly too high just to facilitate Tongxuan's command.
As the army grew, the Tongxuan army was divided into three battalions—attack, defense, and rear—according to different species. It was no longer as chaotic as it used to be, with as many as seventy or eighty species mixed together in a single battalion.
Now, guarding the large tent outside Fuzhong is Zhangzhong himself. Cockroaches the size of adults fly or crawl around, covering the tent completely and surrounding it very tightly.
"Lord Yue Lao, do you have any orders?" A powerful humanoid figure of the Zhang clan asked hurriedly as Wang Yao left the tent.
"How much longer until we reach Tianchao City?" Wang Yao asked, shaking his head. He had been engrossed in playing mahjong these past few days and hadn't paid attention to the reports from the messenger and Tongxuan, so he was completely unaware of the army's progress.
"The army is heading towards Banbi City. If that city surrenders, we will reach Tianchao City in two more days. However, I reckon that the Yellow Race will not surrender easily. We will have to fight in these two cities." The powerful Zhang said, rubbing his hands together eagerly.
Since Commander Lang joined the Zhanghuang tribe, everything has gone smoothly. The only thing that has left everyone somewhat dissatisfied is that they haven't had a truly satisfying battle yet. With only one Huangzhong left as the culprit of the rebellion, everyone is hoping to have a good fight with the Huangzhong.
However, in Wang Yao and Tong Xuan's view, the possibility of the yellow race fighting to the death is extremely low. Lang Ren and his men did not seize the opportunity before, and now that the outcome is decided, fighting again would be suicidal. Moreover, so far, Commander Lang has adopted a conciliatory approach towards the various races that have rebelled in the past.
He has not punished any of the rebel leaders who surrendered, nor has he shown any intention to pursue Langren and Tangjin. On the contrary, he keeps proclaiming that as long as they surrender, all past transgressions will be forgiven.
Although Tongxuan was dissatisfied with this, he had to admit that it was an important reason why Lang Shuai's clan was able to gain the upper hand so smoothly. Seeing that the situation was settled, Tongxuan really had nothing else to do except play mahjong.
However, Tongxuan and Wang Yao privately believed that although Commander Lang did not want to pursue the responsibility of Lang Ren and Tang Jin, Lang Ren and Tang Jin would probably not surrender easily, especially Lang Ren, who had really offended his father too badly. How could he not worry that Commander Lang would settle accounts later?
So whether the yellow race would give up entirely, neither of them dared to say for sure. And if the yellow race were to fight to the death, whether General Lang could bring himself to kill the race he was born into was another question altogether.
However, now that the two armies are advancing side by side, even if Commander Lang retreats, Tongxuan's side will definitely not show any mercy.
Wang Yao lingered outside the tent for a while before crawling back inside. He glanced at Tong Xuan, who was engrossed in playing mahjong, and coughed softly.
"What's bothering you? I've noticed you've been distracted for a while now." Tongxuan picked up a card and slowly touched it, raising an eyebrow and glancing at Wang Yao.
“Um… I want to go to the Western… Western Desert…” Wang Yao stammered, still feeling extremely conflicted even as he spoke.
Qinghe contacted him while he was playing mahjong, saying that her father, Qing Ning, had married her off to the Qiu tribe in the Western Desert. They had already set off, traveling from Dongchuan to Jindong, then through Jinxi, and finally to the Western Desert. Apart from informing Wang Yao of this, she didn't say anything else.
After receiving the call, Wang Yao felt conflicted. He naturally knew what Qing He meant. She had run away from home more than once to escape an arranged marriage. This girl must want him to rescue her, but she couldn't bring herself to say it. After all, she always called him a coward.
Honestly, what does it have to do with me that someone's father is marrying off his daughter? Why would I go out of my way to save her? Besides, I still have a lot of work to do in Dongchuan Continent. If I go to Ximo, I'll have to abandon all my current work.
He knew without even asking that the fairy would definitely not agree to him leaving Dongchuan at this time.
Despite knowing that his attempt to rescue Qinghe was highly unreliable, Wang Yao could never forget the moment he parted ways with Qinghe in the Shu tribe.
The image of the little girl huddled alone in the corner of the cabin, her cold, expressionless face, lingered in Wang Yao's mind, making him feel very uncomfortable.
The phone call unsettled him. In the end, the reason why the Shu clan's affairs were handled so smoothly was because Qinghe had betrayed her clan to help him and the Heavenly Court's investigation team. He owed Qinghe a debt, and now that Qinghe needed his help, how could he not care about her?
Wang Yao thought about it over and over for a long time, but in the end he couldn't resist making a trip to the Western Desert.
Now that the situation of the Zhanghuang tribe is settled, there is still no news from the Shu and Mao tribes. Even if the tribal alliance launches an attack, Caixia is in charge there. On the other hand, the attitudes of the Jiu and Suigu tribes are unclear. If I go to the Western Desert, I can enter the Southern Wilderness through these two tribes.
In this way, wouldn't this trip be able to be somewhat related to work? In any case, it would be extremely inappropriate for a dignified immortal to owe a little demon a favor. Anyway, once we meet, I can persuade her. Young girls will eventually get married, so why be so temperamental?
"Why did you suddenly decide to go to the Western Desert?" Tongxuan asked in surprise.
"To save a friend," Wang Yao replied.
"Save...humans...or demons?" Tongxuan blinked a few times and asked again.
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