Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1401 - 1394: As If It Were Yesterday

Chapter 1401: Chapter 1394: As If It Were Yesterday

"I understand," Zisu said earnestly, "after all, you are outsiders, our guests. And this war is the Demon Clan’s war; indeed, we shouldn’t involve you."

"That can’t be said either..." Upon hearing Zisu’s response, Cheng Ziang seemed a bit embarrassed.

"We’ve already troubled you by asking you to follow me to the temporary city, and I can’t let you enter dangerous territories again. If anything happened to you, I wouldn’t know what to think..." At this point, Zisu seemed to realize she had said too much and quickly shut her mouth.

"Ah Cheng, just treat it like a trip out for fun," Hu Daoke said, taking Cheng Ziang’s hand and batting his eyes.

"Stop being so cheesy, speak properly," Cheng Ziang shivered with repulsion and quickly withdrew his hand.

"Brat, are you going or not?" Hu Daoke asked bluntly.

"Aren’t you afraid of Luo’er?" Cheng Ziang asked.

"Luo’er, Luo’er, Luo’er, you always talk about Luo’er. Didn’t you also take a huge risk last time? Back then, you didn’t think about the boss at all!" Hu Daoke rolled his eyes.

"Think it over carefully; we are going deep into enemy territory, and it’s to kill people, not just to scout," Cheng Ziang said gravely.

"Aren’t there Little Fengye and Liseya?" Hu Daoke said dismissively.

"There are always exceptions. The three great aristocratic families have an army of a hundred thousand and countless elite Cultivators. These guys are not so easy to deal with," Cheng Ziang noted.

"Just be careful. Let’s set a minor goal first, like taking a couple of them down to boost our courage," suggested Hu Daoke.

"Ah, I’ve lost to you, you..." Faced with Hu Daoke’s confident response, Cheng Ziang couldn’t help but sigh.

As he spoke, his gaze shifted from Hu Daoke and then turned to Zisu and Yunji. Confronted with their expectant eyes, Cheng Ziang paused for a moment and then said at a measured pace, "This war will eventually end, and if we can play a role in it, we are quite happy to do so. Anyway, even though this is the Demon Clan’s war, we do have old scores to settle with the Dongsheng Empire, so let’s take this opportunity to seek revenge and help you out."

"That’s great, thank you so much, Mr. Leon," Zisu said with excitement.

"But you’ll need to be in charge of logistical support," Cheng Ziang continued.

"Don’t worry, Mr. Leon, count on me for that," Yunji assured, patting her chest.

"There’s nothing more to talk about, then. Let’s pack up and get ready to leave," Cheng Ziang shrugged.

The truth was, Cheng Ziang agreed because he had his own thoughts on the matter. He always felt that Luo’er had been too lenient with them, treating them as if they were still children who hadn’t been weaned.

This wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it always made Cheng Ziang uneasy. He had brought up this issue with Luo’er before. However, though Luo’er agreed verbally, his actions remained the same the next time.

Therefore, Cheng Ziang wanted to use his actions to prove to Luo’er that they were not flowers nurtured in a greenhouse; they were warriors capable of engaging the enemy in battle.

He was well aware that this operation would certainly be dangerous, but at the same time, he was prepared to take responsibility. After all, he was the deputy Captain and couldn’t just listen to Luo’er all the time without his own opinions, or their relationship would only become more distorted.

After some preparations, the next day, the three rode horses provided by Yunji, heading straight for the territories of the Zixia Clan and the Dangyang Family. The journey consisted mainly of hills and plains and, due to poor infrastructure, would take some time even on horseback.

Not only would they receive assistance from the Demon Clan’s army for this operation, but they could also count on supplies and accommodations from merchants in Kyushu. Recalling Yunji’s description, Cheng Ziang instinctively froze.

"What’s with you, that blank expression?" Hu Daoke, who was by his side, couldn’t help but ask with concern.

"I suddenly remembered, venturing deep alone, merchants providing supplies, isn’t that the same situation we faced when we first arrived in the Otherworld?" Cheng Ziang said with an inevitable bitter smile.

"Aiya, now that you mention it, I really do miss those days." Hu Daoke couldn’t help but voice his sentiment upon hearing those words.

"What’s there to miss? Haven’t you had enough of those darned days?" Cheng Ziang gave him a sideways glance as he spoke.

"It’s about missing them, not wanting to go back to the past," Hu Daoke said, sighing deeply, "Now our situation is even worse than before. Back then, tough as it was, at least we had a home, but now..."

"It’s not like we can’t go back. Why the gloomy face?" Cheng Ziang said.

"Of course we can go back, but who knows when that will be, maybe ten years, maybe twenty. My girl is still waiting for me at home..." Hu Daoke said, letting out a long sigh.

"Come on, cheer up," Cheng Ziang said as he patted his shoulder.

"Cheer up my ass. You’re not worried, naturally you’re carefree." Hu Daoke shot him a look.

"Who says I’m not worried? When I’m not around, I don’t even know what sort of trouble my old man is cooking up," Cheng Ziang also let out a sigh.

"That’s right, I almost forgot," Hu Daoke turned to him and said, "Speaking of which, Luoya is still waiting for you. If it’s ten or twenty years, I guess she might have married someone else by then, and you’ll be out of luck."

"Couldn’t you say something nicer?" Cheng Ziang rolled his eyes and said irritably.

"Aiya, don’t worry so much. Luoya’s still young, after all, she is an Elf, with a long life ahead of her. Compared to that, our human lifespans are pathetically short," Hu Daoke reflected.

The two fell silent for a while, silently accompanying each other on their walk. After a little while, Hu Daoke seemed to think of something and said to Cheng Ziang, "Come to think of it, doesn’t this darned world have gods? Why not just make contact with the headquarters through a god?"

"Big brother, the point is not how to make contact, but rather how the people from headquarters would come after they get our message. The Leviathans in these seas eat everything. If the headquarters wanted to send someone, they’d inevitably have to send an Airboat," Cheng Ziang shrugged and spread his hands as he said this.

"Ah, that’s true, also I wonder if the High-peak people have any spare Helrandums. If we have to wait for them to build a new one, who knows how long that’ll take..." Hu Daoke let out another sigh.

"Don’t worry, the Helrandum definitely has sister ships. The High-peak people always build two at the same time. I still remember, the second ship of the Helrandum-class was completed early, but it needed a new Propulsion Engine. I guess it’ll be ready to take to the sky after some time," Cheng Ziang offered reassuringly.

"That’s great to hear! After hearing you say that, I suddenly feel less upset," Hu Daoke expressed his relief hearing Cheng Ziang’s comforting words.

"Hard to believe such a rough guy like you can be so delicate," Cheng Ziang shook his head and muttered.

"Speaking of which," Hu Daoke looked at Feng with curiosity and said, "If Little Fengye is from the East Continent, then this place must be Little Fengye’s homeland, right? I heard you’re some kind of Princess, so if we can’t make it back, you’ll have to take care of us."

"Eh, oh, yeah, sure!" Feng didn’t quite understand what he said but still nodded continuously.

"Alright, as her big brother, don’t always tease the little sister," Cheng Ziang said.

"I’m not joking, I’m serious. Have you guys really not thought deeply about Little Fengye’s true identity?" Hu Daoke blinked and asked.

"I, I..." Feng seemed anxious, stuttering as she tried to say something.

"Ah, of course, you will always be one of us, always our family, and that will never change," Hu Daoke quickly reassured her, knowing what she wanted to say.

"Now that you mention it, I’m actually intrigued. Why would a Princess of the Dongsheng Empire end up in the faraway Western Continent? And to be exiled to the Western Continent as an infant, could it be due to political struggles within the Dongsheng royal family?" Cheng Ziang frowned slightly, stroking his chin and pondering.