Sun Lingtong lay motionless on the ground, as if his whole body had fallen apart.
The Silent Ghost General quietly looked down at him.
Beside him, the Peanut Ghost General, wearing a paper white flower on his head, spoke for the Silent Ghost General: "Little Foundation Establishment, my lord asks, how do you feel now?"
"You should know, just now when you were attacked, there wasn't a single sound, reaching outside the chariot."
"This is exactly my method."
"With this method, attacking inside White Paper City, even if for half an hour, no one might notice."
"Do you still think we are going to our deaths?"
Sun Lingtong wanted to retort, but he had no energy to open his mouth, not even able to roll his eyes.
In just a few breaths' time, every second felt like an eternity, he suffered torment, paying the due price for his insubordinate action.
But at the same time, he had gambled right.
