After she left, Chen Yuan lowered his head to look at the jade pendant in his hand, his expression inscrutable.
"General, there are few such women."
At this moment, the voice of Gongsun Yang came from behind, seemingly in admiration.
"Few such women."
They had faced life and death together on the demon battlefield, and although they did not have much personal interaction usually, at crucial moments, they would take risks for each other and act righteously.
Last time when his subordinates were rescued from the Heavenly Prison, and this time seeing him in dire straits, she again leveraged her connections to take risks alone.
It can be said that her loyalty and affection run deep.
Chen Shen only felt the weight in the sleeve, the golden light in his eyes transformed into ink, watching Qin Rushuang stride away across the wooden door.
"When does the General plan to act?" Behind him, Gongsun Yang's eyebrows slightly arched, his voice lowered.
