Xue Shence and the other military leaders remained silent, only able to clasp their fists and withdraw, pondering how to stabilize the military's morale.
The Empress turned around and returned to her own tent embroidered with five-clawed golden dragons. Her complexion visibly turned pale, and her breath became weak.
Xu Zhenguan's eyes dimmed as she mocked herself: "Triggered the old injury...I wonder how things are at the Capital. I can only wait for the Split Soul to return..."
At the same time, there was worry in her eyes:
Through the recent battle, she noticed that within Xiping Road, the power of the Worldly Venerate that Xuan Yin could borrow was increasing.
"Is his own cultivation improving, or is it that, with the war, Xiping Road is gradually being shrouded under Buddha Light? Is the belief in the Worldly Venerate on this land increasing?"
"This is...not good."
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North Tomb.
