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Hearing Gilmore’s words, Huston, Amy, and Yacouba were utterly dumbfounded….

The Ice Clan’s army and the Ice Venerable Master were on the verge of attacking.

Huston had asked for strategies to counter the enemy, and Gilmore nonchalantly suggested they just carry on as usual! NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

How could this not leave Huston, Amy, and Yacouba completely flabbergasted?

Seeing their puzzled looks, Gilmore felt compelled to clarify, “As I said earlier, even if the Ice Venerable Master leads the Ice Clan’s army against the Golden Tower Empire, they won’t gain a thing, let alone destroy the Empire.

“All Your Majesty has to do is order every citizen and soldier in the cities of the Golden Tower Empire to strictly stay within their walls. Not a step out. No evil force will be able to touch them, not in the slightest.”

Snapping back to reality, Huston respectfully said to Gilmore, “Mr. Reed, I understand. I’ll issue the orders to every city right away, making sure no one leaves their city.”

After saying this, Huston looked towards Yacouba and commanded, “Yacouba, notify all the generals immediately to carry out Mr. Reed’s instructions.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Yacouba replied, and immediately left the living room to dispatch the orders to the generals of the cities.

“Mr. Reed, do you

think Fensville can withstand the attack from the Ice Venerable Master and the Ice Clan’s army?” Huston couldn’t help but ask Gilmore.

Gilmore replied confidently, “Not only will Fensville hold, but we will also turn the tide against the Ice Venerable Master and the Ice Clan’s army, sending them packing in a complete rout.”

A flicker of amazement appeared in Huston’s eyes.

Although he trusted that with Gilmore’s help, Fensville would be safe, the idea that they could actually send the enemy fleeing in disarray seemed almost too good to be true.

Huston still couldn’t believe it.

Still, if it could really happen, it was precisely the outcome he most wished to see.

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“Mr. Reed, you’re truly a savior to me and the Golden Tower Empire,” Huston couldn’t help but thank Gilmore again. Gilmore remained as cool as a cucumber: “It’s a mere trifle, Your Majesty. There’s no need for formality.”

Then, looking at Huston, Gilmore continued, “Your Majesty, you can rest easy.

“You and the princess should head back to the palace, get some good rest, and brace yourselves for quite the spectacle to

come.”

Hearing this, Huston and Amy felt a surge of relief in their hearts.

It seemed Gilmore was brimming with confidence about overcoming this calamity.

This allowed them to ease their worries as well.

Having discussed what they came for, Huston and Amy bid farewell to Gilmore and returned to the palace.

A thousand miles from the capital of the Golden Tower Empire, within a massive mountain range, the Ice Venerable Master and tens of thousands of the Ice Clan’s army were recuperating in several large valleys.

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In a cavern within the valley, the Ice Venerable Master was sitting cross–legged with his eyes closed.

Besides him, the eight Ice Kings were all in quiet meditation.

After an indeterminate amount of time, the Ice Venerable Master slowly opened his eyes, which flashed like lightning, utterly captivating!

Sensing that their venerable master had finished his rest, the eight Ice Kings also opened their eyes.

They stood up, knelt on one knee around the Ice Venerable Master, and asked with a fist held to the chest, “Venerable master, are you feeling better now?”

The Ice Venerable Master nodded slightly to the eight Ice Kings and replied, “Yes, thank you for your concern, my dear Ice Kings. I am fine. I was just a bit exhausted from the excessive use of my cultivation energy.

“However, after a few hours of rest, I have fully recovered.”

Indeed, after entering the Golden Tower Empire, the Ice Venerable Master and his army had passed through over a dozen cities, launching attacks on each.

Unexpectedly, not only did they fail to capture a single city, but the Ice Venerable Master also expended a great deal of his cultivation energy.

It took several hours of rest for him to regain his original spirit and cultivation level.

Seeing that the Ice Venerable Master was unharmed, the eight Ice Kings breathed a sigh of relief and said in unison, “Venerable Master, seeing that you’re well, we too can rest easy.”

Then, the Purple Robe Ice King addressed, “Venerable master, we’ve attacked over a dozen cities along the way, all ending in failure.

“What should we do ne

Although the cities of the Golden Tower Empire were well–defended by formations, making them difficult to conquer.

If their mighty army could make a beeline for Fensville and snatch the emperor, they could turn the tide in their favor.

This thought excited them greatly.

“However, Venerable Master,” the Purple Robe Ice King paused, pondering a potential snag, “if Fensville is also protected by a powerful formation, what then?”

The Ice Venerable Master, appearing to have an ace up his sleeve, responded, “If Fensville is indeed shielded by formidable formations that I cannot break through with my utmost effort, then I shall have no choice but to use the treasured spiritual weapon I’ve preserved for ten thousand years!”

At this revelation, the Ice Kings‘ spirits soared. Could it be that the Venerable Master had an extraordinary spiritual weapon yet to be unleashed?

Considering the Ice Venerable Master’s millennia–long survival and his emergence from the Storm’s Eye, it was hard for them to believe he didn’t possess some formidable spiritual weapon.