Ji Zhaonan still sat there with the posture of a soldier, as straight as a gun or a pine tree, yet his tone was very ordinary, saying, "So I came back from the front line just for the sake of our soldiers from Daqi, for them to claim a few good pieces of territory beyond The Gate of All Demons. To lose fewer lives and gain more resources."
"To lose fewer lives, to gain more resources."
What a straightforward, yet profoundly weighty statement it was.
The smile at the corners of Zhongxuan Zun's mouth, barely noticeable, had completely vanished at this moment.
As a result, he no longer seemed approachable. His elegance, his pride, could create a palpable distance,
and now, he was extremely serious.
Jiang Wang's mood had also changed.
Although Jiang Wang had said he only needed to know one thing at the Yellow River Gathering, that he wanted to claim the title of number one in the world. Knowing just that was enough.
Nothing would sway his resolve.
