Su Qi detected the humility in the other's words and gladly accepted.
Under Lu Xiaohan's command, a makeshift tent was quickly set up on the hillside at the edge of the battlefield, with prepared delicacies and wine spread out.
The battlefield lay in ruins.
Massive figures hovered above the sky.
In such an atmosphere, savoring the food quietly made Xiaoyan feel an uncanny sensation of a God King dining, served by deities.
She couldn't help but sneak a glance at Su Qi, sitting at the head seat.
Honestly, she never imagined before that someone of a similar age to them could determine the fate of an entire city.
As everyone enjoyed the food, their tense mood seemed to ease.
Days of continuous battle had exhausted them physically, but more so mentally.
"How is the city's migration progressing?" Su Qi asked suddenly.
Immediately.
