After a long moment, Fang Qingyuan finally spoke:
"Why are we going to White Mountain again? Wasn't helping the Wei Family last time enough?"
Fang Qingyuan recalled the scene from his trip to White Mountain three years ago. The sky filled with beast-ships, the military formations, and the terrifying sword light of Swentai appeared before his eyes once more.
'War is a deadly affair. Why give up this peaceful life to go help the Wei Family at White Mountain? What is Lechuan thinking?'
Zhang Yuan's expression wasn't much better. Although he hadn't gone to White Mountain back then, a good friend of his had, and never returned. The memory still caused him great pain.
Jiang Kui, while stroking her little bear's furry head, began to share the news she had gathered:
