The Sword Saint felt that the scene at this moment was absurd.
Some of the common folk living near the Skybreak Mountain range in Jin land lived pressed up against the mountains, their hamlets clinging to the slopes; when they communicated with each other, it was often shouting from one mountaintop to another.
The Sword Saint had seen the way they sang antiphonal mountain songs, and it was remarkably similar to the situation unfolding before his eyes.
But,
this was war.
What had started out bold and fierce, more than ten thousand soldiers surging forward like starving tigers pouncing on prey, in the end had turned into the two sides "chatting about home life."
On this side, Gou Moli, who had just finished passing on a line of shouted words, walked over, took out his water pouch, took a sip, glanced at the Sword Saint, and laughed:
