Chapter 390: The Final Loyalty

These days, Jiang Jiang Mingyu had been anxiously waiting for the military intelligence brought back by Feng Feng Xiwei's scouts. Meanwhile, Liu Liu Yifei's trade with Other Xi Xia was booming exceptionally, with silver and money rolling in. In Jincheng, guarded by Zhu Ge Yu, all was peaceful and tranquil.

On the fifth day, Sui Min led fifty thousand reinforcements to join Tu Tu Kesiluo, ready to fight the first battle of Gebao City. As the sun tilted west once more, Feng Feng Xiwei's scouts finally returned after a frantic journey, reporting military news from the Southern Frontier.

It turned out that Wei Wei Yangyao had learned of the loss of Lingtai and Jingxiang and was mobilizing two hundred thousand new recruits to defend Gebao City to the death. The one commanding the great army was actually a Southern Frontier Governor named Huo Zhun.

Huo Zhun? Jiang Jiang Mingyu looked at Che Gang with suspicion. The latter adjusted his glasses and said, "This man only climbed to power by marrying a princess and currying favor with the powerful; his experience is shallow, so there is no need to worry. Otherwise, how could Wei Wei Yangyao have waited until Your Majesty's forces reached the city walls before sending him out?"

Speaking of this, Che Gang snorted disdainfully and said, "The fact that they could only send him to command the army proves that the entire Southern Frontier has not a single true fierce general. With thirty years of peace, their sharp edges have long been worn down. Even Fang Wen, once famous, is now imprisoned in a dungeon, his life or death unknown."

Hearing this, Jiang Jiang Mingyu laughed and joked, "Even inside Gebao City, you can't find a single one who can fight? The Southern Frontier is too negligent."

Che Gang also sighed deeply. He said that this Southern Expedition by Jiang Jiang Mingyu would surely lay bare the incompetence of the Southern Frontier generals. At that time, it would be like an eagle catching chickens; they would be captured alive and at their mercy.

When Che Gang spoke of the corruption of the Southern Frontier civil officials, he ground his teeth. Wei Wei Yangyao loved strange rocks and oddities, so his hundred officials scoured everywhere for rare stones to please him.

Among them, Jia Tong forcibly demolished half of Tagang's city wall just to transport a huge monkey stone. Such actions made the common people imitate each other, seeking favor for a moment. Fields lay barren, and the people could not make a living.

Jiang Jiang Mingyu sneered, thinking that such a foolish ruler and a corrupt nation were bound to fall. Che Gang was also too agitated to hold back, urging Your Majesty to pursue the victory and end the war quickly.

However, Jiang Jiang Mingyu remembered the vast Nan Yuan Sea outside Gebao City. Successive Southern Frontier monarchs had sent people to explore the sea to determine if there were new continents overseas. But several rounds of maritime exploration yielded nothing; the fleets either got lost or met wind disasters and perished.

Now it seemed this continent was the entire world. Jiang Jiang Mingyu felt much relieved, knowing that Wei Wei Yangyao could only survive trapped in Gebao City, with no possibility of escape.

Immediately, he decided to attack the city in one go tomorrow, leaving only Chu Zhao with five thousand to guard Lingtai, while the rest of the army would march out to perish together with Wei Wei Yangyao.

Che Gang was too excited to contain himself, shouting that he wished to be the vanguard to avenge his dead family. But Jiang Jiang Mingyu knew his heart was full of hatred; if he were made commander of the vanguard, he might act impulsively and hinder the overall situation.

This made Che Gang unable to hide his disappointment, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and agreed. He knew that Jiang Jiang Mingyu's promise to personally behead Wei Wei Yangyao to avenge him was the maximum comfort offered. He could no longer let personal grievances delay the grand plan...

On the day of the expedition, a wild wind raged, making the general flags flap loudly. Jiang Jiang Mingyu held a long sword, his expression resolute, with over a hundred thousand troops behind him, fully equipped and ready to depart.

He shouted loudly, "This is the final stage of the Southern Expedition! Only by destroying the Southern Frontier can our One Da Jiang unify the world! You will all be recorded in history and become immortal legends!"

The soldiers' blood boiled, shouting for certain victory. The massive military formation slowly marched out. Li Goudan couldn't help but approach Jiang Jiang Mingyu and ask about the strategy to break the city.

Jiang Jiang Mingyu pondered and said, "Although Wei Wei Yangyao has mobilized two hundred thousand new recruits, they cannot form a force in a short time. We only need to deal with the eighty thousand veteran soldiers in the city and the commander Huo Zhun."

Li Goudan looked down on it, saying that Huo Zhun only rose to power through a woman; what kind of fierce general was he? Before he finished speaking, he saw Jiang Jiang Mingyu's cold face as he shouted, "Beware of underestimating the enemy, otherwise we will be the ones who fail!"

Li Goudan shrank his neck and smiled awkwardly in agreement. At this moment, E Bu spoke up, "Attacking from the east and west, Huo Zhun will definitely not easily come out to fight. Even if he wanted to, Wei Wei Yangyao would never allow it; otherwise, once the city falls, they would be doomed."

Li Goudan scratched his head, saying, "Then isn't it just a hard attack? But Gebao City's defenses are solid, and the losses will surely be heavy." The generals looked at each other, with no one answering.

Jiang Jiang Mingyu outlined three strategies for attacking the city, and the generals naturally focused their attention to listen to the analysis.

Jiang Jiang Mingyu held up one finger and said the inferior strategy was the direct assault proposed by Li Goudan, but since this method caused heavy casualties and should only be used as a last resort, it was temporarily set aside.

Li Goudan nodded quickly and asked what the medium strategy was. Jiang Jiang Mingyu held up his middle finger again and said the medium strategy was to find a way to lure Huo Zhun out to fight, crush him, and then plan to take the city.

Feng Feng Xiwei interjected, saying E Bu had already stated that Huo Zhun would definitely not easily fall for a trap. Jiang Jiang Mingyu, however, said there was no absolute in the world; as long as the strategy was appropriate, Ding Neng Cheng Gong. But given many uncertain factors, this strategy was listed as the medium one.

Having said that, he raised three fingers and said the superior strategy was to use the surrounding environment to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy. Zhu Ge Yu had said that grass, trees, earth, and stones could all be used as weapons; this was the method with the least cost.

E Bu immediately understood, looked at the bleak autumn sky, and asked, "Does Your Majesty intend to set fire to attack the city?"

Jiang Jiang Mingyu laughed loudly, saying exactly so. Fire arrows shot from the east and west would aid the autumn wind, and Xiong Xiongliehuo would surely ignite within the city. Our army would attack the city amidst the fire, and the enemy would surely retreat three encampments.

E Bu hesitated, saying the wind direction was variable; if it deviated from expectations, wouldn't all the effort be in vain? At this moment, Che Gang spoke up, stating firmly that the autumn wind direction always blew from the northwest toward the Nan Yuan Sea until the southeast wind came the following year; this plan was absolutely feasible.

Hearing this, all the generals nodded in agreement. Jiang Jiang Mingyu immediately ordered Feng Feng Xiwei to send a message to Jingxiang, instructing Tu Tu Kesiluo to prepare for the fire attack and be ready to respond at any time.

After giving the orders, the great army marched out with a rumble once more, led by Jiang Jiang Mingyu, slowly advancing toward Gebao City...

That night, Jiang Jiang Mingyu had a dream in which the person he saw was actually Zhang Zhang Jiaqi, whom he had let go in Other Xi Xia. In the dream, Zhang Zhang Jiaqi wore a gentle smile on her face, her brown eyes revealing a hint of expectation, and she kept smiling at him. Just as Jiang Jiang Mingyu wanted to open his mouth and ask where she was now, this strange dream abruptly ended.

Jiang Jiang Mingyu suddenly sat up from the bed, sweat beads forming on his forehead. He looked blankly at the pitch-black tent ceiling, Zhang Zhang Jiaqi's smile still echoing in his mind. Perhaps it was because he hadn't seen Zhang Zhang Jiaqi since leaving Other Xi Xia that her figure appeared in his dream. Jiang Jiang Mingyu shook his head self-mockingly and wiped the sweat from his face.

In the coming days, the army advanced slowly, while no news at all came from Gebao City. Jiang Jiang Mingyu sat cross-legged in the tent with a furrowed brow, tapping his knees rhythmically with his fingers. He guessed that Wei Wei Yangyao was preparing to defend Gebao City to the death and fight a final battle with them. The further south they went, the closer they were to the Nan Yuan Sea, and the howling wind grew even more fierce. Jiang Jiang Mingyu took a deep breath of the salty sea air, and vaguely he seemed to already see the spectacular sight of Gebao City burning. The corners of his mouth involuntarily curled into a sneer, and his right hand tightened around the sword at his side.

After setting up the camp that night, the exhausted soldiers of One Da Jiang hastily ate some dry rations and fell into a deep sleep. At the third watch, Jiang Jiang Mingyu was suddenly awakened by the sound of hurried footsteps. He quickly put on his outer robe and strode out of the tent. Under the moonlight, he saw a young scout panting heavily, prostrating himself on the ground and kowtowing, loudly reporting that Feng Feng Xiwei had come looking for him. Jiang Jiang Mingyu nodded understandingly and signaled the scout to rest first. After the time it took to eat a meal, Feng Feng Xiwei walked out of the tent alone, wearing a cloak. He looked at Jiang Jiang Mingyu with a distant expression and left the camp without looking back. By then, the sky had begun to show the white of fish belly, and the camp returned to calm once more, as if nothing had happened.

Half an hour later, at the beginning of the fourth watch, a large, dark mass suddenly appeared one li south of the camp. The shadowy crowd clearly numbered over a thousand people. This group moved mysteriously, seemingly intending to raid the camp. Under the flickering bonfires in the open field, the man at the head raised his palm in the dark, signaling everyone to stop. When everyone stopped, he then gave a low order: "Ahead is Jiang Jiang Mingyu's camp; proceed cautiously and do not alert the patrols. Once the arrows are loosed, immediately retreat into the mountains and hide. We will launch several night raids; surely we will crush the exhausted soldiers of One Da Jiang." Another voice beside him quickly agreed: "Your Majesty is wise and divine; this plan is wonderful. By repeatedly harassing them like this, even if Jiang Jiang Mingyu does not die, his soldiers will be worn down to exhaustion. By the time he realizes it, his bones will probably be falling apart!" That man even laughed a few times in great satisfaction. But the man at the head frowned and said displeasedly, "Stop talking nonsense and act quickly!"

Soon, these mysterious figures crept toward the camp with light steps. The camp was deathly silent, with only the occasional snore from the night watch and sleeping soldiers. After about the time it took to eat half a meal, the man at the head ordered everyone to stop again. He looked satisfied at the place only a hundred meters from the camp and waved his hand to signal the preparation to ignite the fire arrows. At a single command, a volley of fire arrows shot out, cutting through the long sky and flying rapidly toward the camp tents. But just then, a command interrupted their action—"Surround them!"

Dozens of fireballs suddenly lit up in the dense forest, revealing that they were already trapped in a net all around them. Hundreds of arrows reflecting cold light pointed directly at this group of raiders; the arrowheads hummed with the sound of the bowstrings, ready to be loosed. Moments later, a young face entered everyone's view; it was Jiang Jiang Mingyu himself. He stood calmly under the moonlight, looking at the flames dancing on the arrowheads, and smiled leisurely. "Everyone, coming to trouble us in the dead of night is truly regrettable. Surrender or face a dead end; you choose!"

The man at the head of the crowd was stunned for a moment and stammered, "You... you are actually Jiang Jiang Mingyu himself?" Jiang Jiang Mingyu smiled and said, "That's right. You thought your movements were hidden and would not be discovered? In fact, scouts were secretly watching; you were locked down when you were still eight li away. Now we have finally trapped you here!" Having said that, he even snorted disdainfully: "A peerless clever plan? Nonsense!"

At this moment, Li Goudan also raised his hand in a gesture, vaguely intending to shoot an arrow. However, the man at the head had a determined expression: "Surrender? What a joke! Even if we die, we will make your One Da Jiang's blood splash five steps!" He shouted loudly, stirring the crowd's spirit of resistance. Even though they had been prepared from the very beginning of their departure, they would do it regardless! Knowing it was a surprise attack, they still did not want to give up. As long as they killed Jiang Jiang Mingyu and avenged their grievance, it would be a victory!

People in the crowd had already drawn their longbows, with arrowheads pointing directly at Jiang Jiang Mingyu's vital points. Seeing this, Li Goudan gave the order without hesitation: "Fire!" In an instant, the rain of arrows shot by the warriors of One Da Jiang covered the sky and earth; the Southern Frontier attackers had no time to react and were shot into hedgehogs. The man at the head of the crowd

had already fallen to the ground, with seven or eight arrows stuck in his body. His eyes were bloodshot, staring fiercely at Jiang Jiang Mingyu as if he wanted to swallow him alive. Finally, he let out a long roar to the sky, his neck tilted, and fresh blood gushed from his mouth.

Jiang Jiang Mingyu's face was grave, and he said in a deep voice, "Goudan, immediately notify Feng Feng Xiwei to strengthen reconnaissance ahead. Wei Wei Yangyao must have other moves; we must be on guard!"

Li Goudan quickly agreed and sent someone to deliver the message on a fast horse. Meanwhile, Jiang Jiang Mingyu walked slowly to the body of the man who had just fallen and looked down at him. This man wore Southern Frontier clothing and seemed to be a spy planted by Wei Wei Yangyao in the army. Jiang Jiang Mingyu sneered, kicked him hard, and turned around to order the body to be collected and cremated, his face already expressionless.

The night wind howled, making the torches in the camp flicker wildly. Jiang Jiang Mingyu looked up toward the direction of Gebao City, his eyes sharp with cold light. Wei Wei Yangyao, the final battle between you and me is about to begin!

So the next day, Jiang Jiang Mingyu directly ordered a full-speed charge toward Gebao City, waiting only for Tu Tu Kesiluo to arrive before immediately launching the decisive battle.

Although he said so, he was still doubly careful all the way, fearing another night raid like the previous one. He frowned tightly, his gaze alertly scanning all around, his body leaning slightly forward, ready to deal with any possible sneak attack at any time.

But the people of the Southern Frontier seemed to have vanished; until Jiang Jiang Mingyu reached within one hundred li of Gebao City, the enemy had not made a single move. Jiang Jiang Mingyu breathed a slight sigh of relief, his shoulders relaxed, and a hint of ease appeared on his face.

Meanwhile, Tu Tu Kesiluo also sent news that he, He Jing, and Sui Min were only three hundred li away from Gebao City. Tu Tu Kesiluo tightened his whip, the corners of his mouth rising slightly, and a rare look of joy appeared in his eyes.

Just like Jiang Jiang Mingyu, Tu Tu Kesiluo and others had also been attacked by Wei Wei Yangyao a few days ago. Fortunately, Sui Min, who was on patrol, discovered it in time, used both hands, flipped onto his horseback in one motion, shouted loudly, and led the men to wipe out the enemy army, thus avoiding a major disaster. Sui Min wiped a layer of sweat, took a long breath, and his face was full of relief.

The closer they got to Gebao City, the sparser the population became; finally, Jiang Jiang Mingyu couldn't even see a single person. He frowned, and his face darkened. Jiang Jiang Mingyu couldn't help but sneer, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes; it seemed that Wei Wei Yangyao, at the end of his rope, was also playing the trick of scorched earth.

After strictly ordering the soldiers absolutely not to drink from nearby water sources, Jiang Jiang Mingyu waved his hand, leading people to find water in the mountains while continuing forward. The group moved with difficulty, their faces full of exhaustion.

As a result, his speed matched Tu Tu Kesiluo's; the two arrived at Gebao City at almost the same time. Jiang Jiang Mingyu gazed from afar, a sneer escaping the corners of his mouth, and determination shining in his eyes.

The order Tu Tu Kesiluo received was not to immediately burn Gebao City, but to set up camp and let his soldiers rest well. He understood Jiang Jiang Mingyu's meaning; the great army had traveled a long distance and was already exhausted. Tu Tu Kesiluo nodded and adjusted the hem of his clothes.

If they did not rest quickly, once the Southern Frontier soldiers in the city charged out, these exhausted troops would find it hard to cope. Tu Tu Kesiluo frowned, his expression serious and firm. Just as the great armies of Jiang Jiang Mingyu and Tu Tu Kesiluo took turns resting outside the city, inside Gebao City there was a gloomy atmosphere.

In the vast palace, Wei Wei Yangyao, with a pale face, stared blankly at the crowd of civil and military officials before him. He gripped the armrests of the dragon chair tightly, his eyes full of anxiety and anger.

"Jiang Jiang Mingyu has advanced triumphantly all the way and now his troops are at the gates of Gebao City. Your beloved ministers, what strategy do you have to repel the enemy?" he demanded loudly, his voice revealing urgency and unease.

Such meetings had been held continuously for three days, but the officials, usually sycophantic, had all seemingly turned into a group of mutes. They lowered their heads, looking exhausted, each with a difficult expression, yet no one spoke.

Seeing them like this, Wei Wei Yangyao felt a wave of regret in his heart; why had he been so impulsive back then to set his sights on Guizhou? If not for that, he felt he could have even become friendly neighbors with Jiang Jiang Mingyu, rather than facing each other with weapons and living from one day to the next. Wei Wei Yangyao shook his head in self-mockery, a layer of mist rising in his eyes.

The crowd fell silent for quite a while. Huo Zhun, whose face was quite handsome, suddenly stepped forward one pace and spoke. He stood straight, his demeanor calm, as if he cared little for the current situation.

"Your Majesty, since none of the lords have any ideas, this general still proposes the previous suggestion: defend Ge Bao City to the death." Huo Zhun's steady and clear voice rang out.

"Jiang Jiang Mingyu has come from afar; their grain and fodder will inevitably become unsustainable. As long as we drag things out until they can no longer hold on, a chance to turn defeat into victory will naturally arise." His eyes were firm, and his tone conveyed boundless confidence.

He had repeated these same words for three consecutive days. Initially, the entire court opposed him. Except for Huo Zhun, all the hundred officials believed that having the enemy at the city gates yet cowering inside without fighting would absolutely damage Wei Wei Yangyao's sagehood. Some even accused Huo Zhun of stubbornly refusing to fight, claiming he was colluding with Jiang Jiang Mingyu just like Wang Yi, wanting to watch the Southern Border perish.

But today, with Jiang Jiang Mingyu's eastern and western armies arriving at the city gates, the hundred officials forgot their criticism of Huo Zhun and nodded in agreement one after another. In their view, as long as Ge Bao City held out for one day without being breached, their good days could continue for one day, and Wei Wei Yangyao would have nothing to say against it.

If Huo Zhun's plan truly succeeded in repelling Jiang Jiang Mingyu, they would also take the opportunity to claim credit, saying the idea was partly their own. If Jiang Jiang Mingyu broke into the city, they would decisively abandon their old master and turn to embrace One Da Jiang. To rule Ge Bao City, Jiang Jiang Mingyu would inevitably employ them, these "old men," and everything would be preserved once more. The crowd showed joy on their faces, a hint of cunning flashing in their eyes.

Seeing the crowd nodding one after another, Wei Wei Yangyao was just about to reluctantly adopt Huo Zhun's suggestion when a young military general suddenly jumped out. His eyes were bright, his expression calm, and he was not at all oppressed by the massive army outside.

"Your Majesty, do not," he spoke, his voice loud and clear.

Wei Wei Yangyao lifted his bloodshot eyes, and a helpless smile appeared on his lips. He seemed slightly amused by Peng Mu's action, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes.

"Peng Mu, what brilliant plan do you have?" he asked curiously.

He found it strange; no matter how he asked over the past two days, this person was

silent, yet why did he suddenly speak up at this critical moment?

Peng Mu clasped his hands in a bow toward Wei Wei Yangyao, his expression respectful and polite.

"Your Majesty, just now this general climbed the city wall to observe and saw that the troops in Jiang Jiang Mingyu's eastern and western camps are all sleeping soundly." He spoke steadily.

"This general understands; they are resting as quickly as possible to gather their strength for the city assault." Peng Mu frowned, his words revealing deep thought.

"But from this, we can also see that Jiang Jiang Mingyu's advance has been too smooth, and his troops have long since become arrogant soldiers." He raised his head, a trace of contempt flashing in his eyes.

Sleeping at the foot of a city with nearly three hundred thousand enemy troops present could no longer be described merely as arrogance; it was too brazen. Peng Mu gritted his back teeth, and his fists clenched slightly.

Seeing Wei Wei Yangyao nod slightly, Peng Mu continued, "This general is willing to lead a cavalry unit out of the city to charge and slaughter in their camp while Jiang Jiang Mingyu's forces have not yet recovered."

"Although we may not completely defeat him, it will boost the prestige of our Southern Border. What does Your Majesty think?" A hint of hidden expectation flashed in his eyes as he waited for Wei Wei Yangyao's response.

Wei Wei Yangyao immediately rose from the dragon throne, a flame kindling slightly in his eyes. He could not hide his excitement, and some color returned to his face.

"Peng Mu, you must understand clearly. Jiang Jiang Mingyu is powerful; you may very well go and never return." He warned, yet the worry in his voice could not conceal his inner gratification.

Peng Mu showed not the slightest hesitation. He puffed out his chest, his expression resolute. "To die for the country, what does this general have to fear?"

"For Your Majesty's eternal great cause, for the morale of the three hundred thousand soldiers in the city, this general will not turn back." Peng Mu's tone was impassioned, his eyes revealing the determination to tread upon Jiangshan even unto death.

The fire in Wei Wei Yangyao's eyes burned even more fiercely. He slammed his large hand hard onto the writing desk, producing a loud "Bang!"

"Excellent! With a loyal and righteous man like you, Peng Mu, our Southern Border will surely not perish here." He spoke loudly, his volume so great that the paintings on the walls shook slightly.

"I will give you five thousand troops and bestow upon you a precious carved bow to help you slay enemies on the battlefield." A flash of joy appeared in Wei Wei Yangyao's eyes; he had finally seen hope.

Peng Mu immediately knelt on the ground, prostrating himself completely. "Thank Your Majesty for your grace." His head-bowing action was so standard that his head nearly touched the ground.

Just as Peng Mu had not yet risen, he suddenly lifted his head again, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes. "It is just that this general has another request."

A request?

At this moment, even if it were ten or eight requests, Wei Wei Yangyao would not refuse. He had finally seen hope like a bolt from the blue; how could he cut off someone's livelihood at such a time?

Seeing Wei Wei Yangyao nod hesitantly, Peng Mu quickly took a deep breath, summoned his courage, and said, "Please, Your Majesty, release Fang Wen, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of War currently in custody. This person possesses considerable talent and strategy and will surely assist Your Majesty in protecting Ge Bao City."

His voice was somewhat choked, even trembling slightly. He kept his head down, daring not to look at Wei Wei Yangyao's expression.

He did not expect that upon saying this, the hundred officials, who had just been silent as crickets, would immediately explode into chaos...

The hundred officials, who had just been silent as crickets, immediately exploded into chaos. One by one, they jumped from their seats, opposing him with a cacophony of voices.

"Your Majesty, Fang Wen cannot be released."

"This person conspired with the deposed Crown Prince and spoke ill of Your Majesty many times. He absolutely cannot be released."

"Precisely, Your Majesty. In this humble minister's view, Peng Mu simply wants to take this opportunity to revive the power of the deposed Crown Prince. His heart is worthy of execution."

The palace instantly became a scene of chaos, with discussions and arguments rising and falling. Every minister's neck turned red as they gestured excitedly, as if they wanted to swallow Peng Mu alive.

Wei Wei Yangyao's face instantly darkened. He had not even expected Peng Mu to make such a demand. The so-called deposed Crown Prince was Ou Feng, who had been deposed and imprisoned for opposing his attack on One Da Jiang.

This son who buzzed in his ears all day had long been unbearable. The moment he thought Peng Mu was threatening him—that if he did not agree, no troops would be sent—Wei Wei Yangyao felt a fire rise in his heart, wishing to tear Peng Mu to pieces.

"You all shut up!" Wei Wei Yangyao suddenly roared, and only then did the ministers reluctantly fall silent.

"Very well. Peng Mu, I promise you. As long as you lead the troops out of the city to fight, I will immediately release Fang Wen." Wei Wei Yangyao forced back his anger and squeezed out a smile.

Peng Mu looked earnestly at Wei Wei Yangyao. Seeing him nod and agree, he finally bowed his head in gratitude with relief, then immediately went to the camp to muster the troops.

Only after Peng Mu's figure disappeared from the palace gate did Wei Wei Yangyao finally lower his face, a chill revealing itself in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, do you truly intend to release Fang Wen?" Prime Minister Cong Xian hurriedly asked.

"That is impossible." Wei Wei Yangyao snorted coldly and swept his sleeve before departing.