"Master, our men suffered heavy casualties today. We can't go on like this," Yun No. 2 declared, hurrying into the tent.
This morning, the Xichen army had attacked Yanshan Pass. Their side was still recovering from the recent disaster, its strength greatly depleted. With everything still in disarray, the soldiers had been rushed onto the battlefield in a panic. The scene was brutal; soldiers were cut down by the enemy like logs.
If not for the members of the Secret Sect holding the line, their army would have been annihilated today.
Still, they had no choice but to sound the retreat and withdraw their troops.
Xiao Yunjing's face was grim. He listened to Yun No. 2's report while pondering a solution.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, he stood up, went to his bed, and retrieved the bag Gu Qingli had given him. He rummaged through it and found several small bottles.
