Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty-Three: Extortion

"Surprised that they would surrender outright?"

Li Qingyan looked at Xu Yuan with an odd expression and asked with a smile.

Xu Yuan raised his eyes and smiled, not hiding the truth:

"A bit yes, the Sects I've seen before would never shed a tear until they see the coffin. This time their initiative really caught me off guard."

"If they're already lying in it, what's there to say about not seeing the coffin?"

"...." Xu Yuan.

Li Qingyan shook her head, turned around, and walked towards the city gate tower with a hand on the dagger at her waist, looking valiant and formidable:

"Prince Consort, you don't understand the importance of morale because you are not directly involved in the battle. These elite Sect troops may still have their structures, but their morale has already reached the brink of collapse. The commander is a smart man, and a smart man will naturally make the best choice."