Floating Duckweed Workshop, within a refined private room.
Chen Ping'er wore a simple and elegant white dress, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, her complexion not particularly good.
"So,"
Ning Daoran could tell it was nothing resembling good news and asked, "How did the Boundary War turn out?"
"The Boundary War came to an end half a month ago."
Chen Ping'er pursed her red lips and said, "Our people did not dare to go too deep, but it is said that the cultivators from Sangyu Country have retreated, and the cultivators from our Xia Country have also withdrawn from the battlefield. The casualties on both sides have been extremely severe, with over eighty percent of the cultivators dead in battle."
"Eighty percent?"
Ning Daoran's heart felt as if it had been forcefully squeezed: "How... how is that possible? How did the people from Chaotic Sect fare?"
"I don't know."
