Lord Ying'an and his group were discussing the recent attack.
Meanwhile, reports about the outside situation continued to come in one after another.
It was not Lord Ying'an's first time at the Border Battlefield, his earlier injuries had been sustained there. At one point, he thought his condition would be permanent, but thanks to the blessing of Xie Jiuniang, he was able to recover.
This time, he had returned to the battlefield intent on revenge.
As Xie Jiuniang listened to them discussing serious matters, she also examined the corpses of the Demon Clan scattered on the ground.
"What are you looking at?" Ying'an asked with a smile.
Immediately, the presence of the Nascent Souls captured the attention of those present.
When had they ever seen such a gentle Lord?
That tone, that demeanor?
About a dozen people covertly sized up Xie Jiuniang, wondering in their minds whether she was a great figure of some sort, or maybe the child of one?