Li Hao took a deep breath. The ancients within his borders were his most pressing concern. There were at least seven ancient cities to his rear. Battle Heaven was fine out of the eight and Director General Zhao represented his family’s city, but the enemy might be in control for one of the remaining six—such as the city of the Zhengs.0

Once war broke out, his side would be in grave trouble if dozens or even one hundred core origin replicas hit him from behind. This was why Silver Moon province was a very difficult place to preserve.0

“I know my limits!” The young man didn’t say anything else.0

Director General Zhao took a long look at him, but didn’t protest further either. If worst came to worst, he’d just visit all of the ancient cities again and ask for more replica reinforcements.0

“Then we’re settled with the arrangements,” Li Hao concluded. “We need to hurry with our preparations as the enemy is almost here. We’re out of time!”0

“Understood, sir!” People ran off with their orders. The meeting was over.0

“What about the regular troops?” murmured Huang Yu as...0