"...." Zong Qingsheng.
After a long silence,
Zong Qingsheng took a deep breath and said:
"Prime Minister, this Yuan Hao is going too far, I request to personally handle this battle..."
"Qingsheng."
Xu Yinhè interrupted Zong Qingsheng's words, setting the tone: "In this era, indecisiveness is a grave mistake; this battle must be won swiftly, and Di'an needs you to oversee it as well."
Zong Qingsheng wanted to say something more but eventually held back, only saying:
"Yes.... But Prime Minister, it is fifty miles high in the sky, how can a Sixth Grade Martial Disciple....."
Thud!
Before he could finish, Jiang He took out a circular iron ring, a few inches in diameter resembling a leg ring, from the Sumeru Ring and placed it heavily on the long table.
Zong Qingsheng's eyes slightly twitched:
"What is this?"
"After Yuan Hao saw the Cloud Qi Bomb, he entrusted me to make this device. It's mounted on the legs and can expel air streams to help soldiers land safely."
