"So it's Yuan Zhi."
"I thought Li Guanyi had come back."
Yuan Zhi swallowed hard; it was clearly just a simple sentence, yet it inexplicably carried a heavy murderous aura, making Yuan Zhi's scalp prick. Yuan Zhi went to pour tea, saying, "Ah, Daiqing should also take a good rest."
Yan Daiqing held the tea, sneering:
"Rest?"
"Don't I want to rest?"
"Who's preventing me from resting?"
"That Li fellow, who relocated these hundred thousand households, did he move an entire city over?! What about logistics? What about food? Where do these hundreds of thousands live, where do they exist? How much do they eat, how do we resupply?"
Li Guanyi's forces traveled downstream, taking advantage of mechanical ships and naval formations, it took an entire season, from autumn to winter. One was to wait for the civilians, another was to prepare time for the Jiangnan Eighteen States.
