"...!"
Yu Wenqian's gaze flickered slightly, a look of surprise and bewilderment crossing his eyes.
But eventually, the ripples of these emotions transformed into a trace of a smile, flowing down from the corner of his eyes, condensing at his lips, and he said, "Of course."
Shang Ruyi glanced at him again.
She wanted to say something more, but suddenly, a piercing sound of gongs came from below the city wall, causing everyone to quickly turn their heads and look forward. It was Xue Xian's troops that had already started to sound the retreat.
This time, he couldn't care about attacking the city or even the people still struggling in the fire. This blaze had completely shattered the formidable prestige accumulated from winning over ten battles in Longxi. He had not expected to suffer three defeats in Fufeng, each more disastrous than the last. At this moment, he could only leave here quickly to preserve his main forces.
