The approach of Chicken Feather Gall was indeed quite unexpected. Just after taking over command, he immediately asked,
"My lord, can I do whatever I want?"
"Yes, do whatever you want, just don't ask me."
Ling Wuce wasn't afraid of him making his own decisions, he was afraid of him asking for directions for every little thing, especially when it could trigger side effects at any wrong turn.
With that reassurance, Chicken Feather Gall's face lit up with excitement. He had been holding back for several days, always afraid to make a move. Now, with Ling Wuce's backing, he immediately ran off joyously.
Han Yu was still stuck on the phrase "Don't hit the child on a rainy day."
He racked his brain but couldn't figure out how this had any connection to a disaster.
"How about you drop a couple more hints?"
Unable to figure it out, he couldn't resist raising his eyebrows at the other person.
