Lu Yang was sure that at this moment, spies from both sides wouldn't dare relax even a bit, and they must have been keeping a close watch on each other day and night. As long as there was any movement from Dajue Temple, there would certainly be a response from Hongguan's side.
The two sides seemed to be caught in a strange calm.
November 15, at East Ridge Camp.
Zhu Shun looked out the window at the calm camp, his face full of confusion.
"If we drag it on like this, each passing day gives Dajue Temple a bit more of an advantage. Jiang Yuanlong couldn't be unaware of this. Since the Seven Towns aren't cooperating, hasn't he reported this to the Town Chief, pressuring the other Seven Towns?"
"How do you know he hasn't reported it? Maybe the Town Chief has already exerted pressure, but the Seven Towns simply aren't listening."
