Moments later, Qianye was standing on the balcony and looking down quietly at the vast Jade Sea.

Wei Potian stood behind him, his left sleeve fluttering in the wind.

He was no longer speaking by this point for he had already recounted everything he should, including the battles and their current situation.

Truth be told, Wei Potian did not know what he would do, either, if he were in Qianye’s shoes.

After an unknown length of time, Qianye sighed. “Adoptive Father, what would you do if you were faced with such a situation?”

Wei Potian felt his eyes sting a little. He naturally didn’t feel as much of an attachment to the man as Qianye did. It was only before the Great Maelstrom that the Wei family had gotten closer to the Northern Manor, but that gave him the opportunity to learn up close what kind of person the marshal was. All of a sudden, Wei Potian felt as though he could feel Qianye’s hidden pain and sorrow.

After a while, Qianye looked back at him. “Does the Empire… still have troops?”

“Of course, we’re just lacking a general.”

Qianye finally turned around. “Very well, I’ll go back with you!”

Contrary to expectation, Wei Potian...