Chen Qing sighed, "Fine, let's enter the dream then."
"I always feel like a mascot for Sword Travel Palace."
Zi Tao smiled charmingly, "Such a mascot is quite precious indeed."
This woman truly had an enchanting demeanor.
Yet she exuded an aura untouched by the mundane world.
Indeed, she's beguiling.
Chen Qing glanced at Yu Qingshuang, who still seemed unwilling to pay him much attention.
"Today, wait for me in the dream."
With that, Chen Qing awkwardly left.
Back in his tent, Chen Qing looked at the map on the table and began quietly calculating.
Directly attacking the city was nonsense, as with similar troop levels, a direct assault would be akin to courting death.
The opponents had a city to defend, where Sword Cultivators could freely unleash their skills, so the losses would definitely be less significant than his side.
