Jiang Cai nodded, but there was a sense of melancholy in her eyes.
Is this what you have been hoping for?
Grandmaster.
She settled into a quietness, watching from afar, not knowing what to do, while the City Gate Guard, who finally did not resort to burying the populace alive, also gazed into the distance. After their successful strategy, they were supposed to be relaxed.
But perhaps it was the years of repression, or perhaps that success finally made their spirits relax for a moment, causing their reactions to become sluggish and slow.
Or perhaps it was because they finally felt a sense of helplessness.
Even the renowned garrison commander of the capital, the leading figure of the Zongheng School, seemed like a fallen leaf in the torrents of this world during these times, just a pawn on the chessboard, a mere drifting spindrift, following the currents.
Destiny is not in one's control, nor is one's own body.
For the moment, even though it was a victory.
