"Everyone's here?" Upon hearing Yun Fan's question, Lin Qian shook his head repeatedly, "Of course not, they are merely a part."
"...A part?" After Lin Qian finished, Yun Fan fell silent, standing still as if carefully pondering his grandson's words.
After a while, a possibility emerged in Yun Fan's heart, and with a somewhat stiff tone, he asked Lin Qian, "Qian'er, just how many of these Transcendence Realm Ninth Level strongmen do you have under your command?"
"Regarding the eight hundred Transcendence Realm Ninth Level participants in the attack on the Yun family, merely eight hundred," Lin Qian replied subconsciously, continuing to look ahead.
In truth, he was fixated on the system framework that emerged after activating his Emperor's Eye, keenly observing the developments on the battlefield.
"Hmm!" Yun Fan clutched at his chest, feeling as if his heart were being wrung together. In his mind, a voice kept echoing,
"Merely eight hundred, merely eight hundred..."
