"Let's have both! It depends on whether the Five Towns will help this time. Jiangxia has already lost half its territory, and if Binjiang is lost too, even the Xuyang Camp won't be of much use. In the end, they'll truly have to retreat into the town for self-preservation!"
"So, big brother, when will we take action?"
Xia Chuan finally couldn't help but ask the most crucial question.
This question had obviously been bottled up in his heart for a long time. After asking it, his expression first relaxed slightly, then he looked up at Xia Hong with great expectation.
"It's still very early, there's no need to rush. The Northern Three Towns aren't moving, so neither will we. I can give you a hint: this fire of Dajue Temple will never burn onto the head of our Great Xia!"
Hearing Xia Hong's final words, Li Xuanling and Xia Chuan both were taken aback, but quickly understood the meaning, their eyes filled with both surprise and curiosity.
