"I have left this intelligence at the Ghost Market, Li Guanyi, you should be able to see it."
"The Qilin Hunting Conference is prepared for you."
"So, are you going to retreat, or will you come?"
Beyond the distant frontier, the Iron Futu from the grasslands and the Tiger Barbarian Cavalry from Ying Country were proceeding side by side on the road, their voluminous cloaks pointing towards the sky like spear tips, grim and vast, the Central Plains' delicate and beautiful armor moving forward alongside the crude heavy armor of the grasslands.
Yuwen Lie, clad in dark heavy armor, rode his warhorse with a straight back, his hand pulling on the reins, calmly looking ahead, his gaze serene, and behind him were thousands upon thousands of troops, as he looked up at the sky.
Meanwhile, in the Ghost Market of Zhenbei City, Li Guanyi looked at that statement.
"The world is a chessboard, and the so-called Grandmasters in the Martial World are but ordinary men."
