I want my sorrows to become the sorrows of this era

North of the battlefield, Zong Cheng was standing on a hill as he waited for the outcome of the battle.

Two people were standing in wait next to Zong Cheng. The 30 nanosoldiers from the Yang Consortium stood quietly behind him. However, these nanosoldiers who were originally part of the Yang Consortium seemed to be unaffected by everything that was happening with the outside world.

"You'll probably succeed this time," a person beside Zong Cheng said to him.

Zong Cheng was not exactly anxious. He exuded a calm and composed aura. "We spent so much time planning this. If we fail, that would be really disheartening."

"But even if you could control Yang Xiaojin, I'm afraid it wouldn't affect the Yang Consortium much." Someone beside him asked, "Can you make her live like a normal person in the Yang Consortium?"

"Yes." Zong Cheng glanced at him.