"It seems reason doesn't work with everyone."
Chen Sansi ceased further talk: "In that case, let us meet with swords."
With those words, he returned to the military water fort.
The two armies faced off on the river surface.
The Imperial Army.
Inside the central army ship's cabin.
Numerous generals, including Zhou Rong, gathered here to discuss the upcoming battle strategy.
"Zhou Lang."
Yan Hongyuan said with some concern: "This time is different from the previous Shouyang. Chen Sansi is personally leading the charge; he is known for his love of splitting formations and being a well-known enemy of a myriad. How should we deal with him then?"
Zhou Rong sat behind the desk, in front of a plethora of wine and delicacies, with several dancers and musicians in the room.
Yet with his current demeanor, no one dared to voice any objections.
After sipping some wine, he casually remarked: "Miss Ling, I thank you for your efforts."
Cultivators of the Ling Family entered the cabin.
