Yu Qing remained lost in thought, piecing together the fragments of the war. The unexpected withdrawal of the devil tribes left a gaping hole in the narrative. "Why would Queen Xiulan retreat, Jian?" she finally asked, her voice laced with curiosity.
Wang Jian shrugged, a hint of frustration flickering in his eyes. "Who knows what schemes brewed within their ranks? Perhaps they faced internal conflicts or underestimated our resilience."
He paused, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Or maybe the whispers of our growing strength reached their ears, prompting a strategic retreat."
A gentle smile graced Yu Qing's lips. Wang Jian's arrogance, while often infuriating, was also undeniably effective.
"Speaking of growing strength," Wang Jian continued, his voice taking on a more serious tone, "while you were meditating, I requested Pavilion Mistress Cui Lan to construct something grand – a city of my own making."