He let out a long sigh and said, "Enough, enough. Things have come to this, and we can only continue to wait. We just hope that Grand Squad Leader Shi can arrange everything soon, lead us to attack the Western Holy Sect, reclaim everything that belongs to us, let our brothers rest in peace, and restore the past glory of the Northwest Salt Gang. The future of the Northwest Salt Gang hangs like a thread on the edge of a cliff, all depending on the outcome of this battle."
After speaking, he waved his hand, signaling Xue Tielong and Xue Qiuchun to retreat.
At this moment, he appeared incredibly desolate, knowing deeply within that this battle absolutely required Shi Feiyang to take up the responsibility, otherwise, the salt road and salt field in Ningxia might be something the Northwest Salt Gang could hardly even touch.
This sense of helplessness and frustration weighed down on him like a heavy boulder, pressing firmly on his heart, making him feel unbearably heavy.
