Those outside the mine looked around blankly when they heard the laughter. Jiang Li glanced curiously at the New Martial cultivators around him. What was… going on? Weren’t those Silver Moon martial masters healing from their wounds? Why were they laughing instead?0

Had they forgotten that they’d lost a battle? Were they laughing so loudly to comfort themselves? Or did they really have such big hearts that losing to Divine Nation meant nothing to them? Had Li Hao fully recovered?1

The priest thought it over. If Great Li had set out with as much confidence as their king had brought to bear against the ancients, but then lost the battle, their army wouldn’t have dared make a peep for several days. Morale and spirits would be very low. But Skystar… seemed to have found its footing again.0

Zhang An glanced at the mine, feeling both gratified and another complicated mix of emotions that they had recovered so quickly. The complex look in his eyes deepened as he looked at the students not too far from him.0

“New Martial is in the past, at least in this world!” he transmitted to the stronger students. “Even if it still exists, it is not the New Martial that belonged to the Human King! All of you are imperial...0