The Prince Yi’s private soldiers, previously so ferocious, gradually began to look dazed and bleary-eyed, as if they were intoxicated. Some even went so far as to embrace tree trunks and sway, while others knelt on the ground, wailing for their parents, as if seeing visions only they could comprehend.
Prince Yi frowned as he watched his men, so incensed that he snapped his sleeve in frustration. "This Deng Youning really is something!"
He was already feeling deeply unsettled. He wanted to summon another wave of men to continue the siege. He refused to believe that, against a mere two warrior monks, two young women, and an old lady, his forces could fail.
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