After a three-day march, the army arrived before Yuanling Mountain. This was the closest staging point to the vast expanse of dense forest they were to clear. Plus, it was Fang Qingyuan's own power base, so he naturally planned to stop here.
Situ Jingyu did not join them on this trip. She was on a mission, leading a dozen or so Cultivators skilled in combat to covertly test their strength against the Spirit Wood Alliance in the Black River region. It was a flurry of back-and-forth skirmishes, and they were fighting with gusto.
This kind of life was far more suited to Situ Jingyu. Fang Qingyuan worried that after spending so much time with him and being exposed to all sorts of secrets and intrigue, she would grow uncomfortable. So, he had taken the initiative to reassign her, keeping her away from such affairs.
Situ Jingyu was greatly relieved by this. Compared to all the backroom scheming, she much preferred brutal, flesh-and-bone combat. She would gladly suffer injuries for it.
