"Bang."
The gentle closing of the elegant door in the hall was heard as Xu Yuan slumped back onto the soft couch, visibly weary.
After receiving a confident response, Hua Hong rose and left directly, leaving only Xu Yuan and Bai Muxi in the large hall.
Xu Yuan did not speak, and Bai Muxi dared not speak either.
Yet, after about the time it took for one incense stick to burn, Bai Muxi could no longer hold back. She knelt on the floor and shuffled toward Xu Yuan, her pleasing voice softly breaking the silence:
"Third Young Master... Mu Xi previously acquired some rudimentary knowledge of military formations. The requirements for military equipment in a formation are actually not high, requiring only spiritual blades to form an army."
As her words ended, Xu Yuan slowly opened his eyes and glanced at her, his expression a mix of a smile and seriousness:
"Why didn't you mention this earlier? The money has already been spent. Isn't it a bit late to say this now?"