Cui Yuanyong was stunned.
Huangfu Yongxian said: "Chi Li's attacks are frequent, how could someone come from behind to deliver a message? If it's not Chi Li's men pretending, it's him allowing it intentionally. The secrecy of military intelligence demands reporting directly to me, yet it's shouted for the whole army to hear. Does he take me for a fool?"
Cui Yuanyong admired him inwardly, and riding his horse to Huangfu Yongxian's side, he asked in a low voice, "How do we handle Chi Li's swift attacks? We're unable to defend all fronts seamlessly."
"They're simply leveraging the sandstorm." Huangfu Yongxian looked up at the high sky, where the aftermath of the battle between San Niang and the divided soul of the Longevity Heavenly God could still be felt in the distant sky. He said in a low voice, "Xuanwu Venerable is in charge of our route, which was anticipated beforehand, not merely because she was already nearby."
