Having gotten used to it, they naturally no longer minded.
Soon, as the Ghost Tide army at the front lines retreated and calm was restored once again, the Ghost Saint did not assign any immediate follow-up actions. The other leaders took their leave, returning to their respective camps to tally their gains and casualties.
Only the thoroughly bored and completely idle Su Anyong remained, along with the Ghost Saint, Leng Ye, who was holding his phone, looking at God knows what.
The latter looked up and glanced at Su Anyong. "How are things going with the Heavenly Tomb Army?"
Without the serious demeanor he usually maintained in public, Su Anyong let out a yawn. "How else could they be? Those brats don't have to fight. Among their current Pet Beasts, it's mainly just routine training, plus continuing to exercise the abilities of those Night Raven Scarecrows."
