As Wan Yanmei was about to leave, she sensed something from the mirror and frowned. After hesitating for a few seconds, she activated it. A woman with a cold expression dressed in a simple blue robe, luscious black hair tightened in a phoenix bun, piercing purple eyes, and a domineering aura.
"Patriarch," Wan Yanmei bowed politely.
"Why am I receiving complaints from the other family that you've ruined their people?" Wan Huazi asked, her voice as chilling as her demeanor.
"We are in a war, and injuries and casualties are inevitable," Wan Yanemi replied with a blank face. "If they didn't want to take the risk, they shouldn't have signed up for this expedition."
"Don't use sophistry to hide your incompetence," Wan Huazi snorted coldly. Wan Yanemi felt the pressure of a Saint even from across the mirror, but she remained composed.
"Incompetence? The Minister just praised my achievements and rewarded me with great merit. Are you insinuating Lord Chu can't do his job properly?"
