"Just take this as my final request—leave now. Please, don't concern yourself with me anymore!"
Yu Wenjing pleaded with a voice full of sorrow.
She didn't want Lin Chang'sheng to die here alongside her.
"Report!"
From afar, Jin Wuque hurried over, but never expected that the always regal and dignified Empress Yu Wenjing would actually be collapsed in Lin Chang'sheng's embrace.
He immediately averted his gaze.
Only then did Yu Wenjing wipe the tearstains from the corner of her eyes. "General Jin, what news?"
"Your Majesty, the Beimu Immortal Race has already retreated thirty li. Should we continue the pursuit?"
Jin Wuque reported with a bow.
"Do not pursue any further. Have all the soldiers withdraw, rebuild the city walls, and prepare for the Beimu Immortal Race's second assault!"
Yu Wenjing replied, her brows knitted tightly.
She certainly didn't believe the Beimu Immortal Race would just fall back like this.
