Hann Sui's words made Ma Teng's eyes flash repeatedly. The Ma Clan, once founding heroes, had now fallen to such a desolate state—it was truly a case of unworthy descendants.
"Then... so be it!" Ma Teng barely hesitated before agreeing to Hann Sui's suggestion. Although he didn't fully realize that much of Hann Sui's reasoning was based on prior conjecture, the end conclusion wasn't far off. Xun Wenruo, as the chess player, had maneuvered the situation to such an extent that a mere chess piece should obediently follow the path laid before it.
"How many troops should we raise?" Ma Teng asked Hann Sui.
"The number of troops doesn't matter; what matters is verifying whether Sima Boda's claim is true—whether Liu Bei and Cao Cao have truly allied to support the Emperor. That is the crucial point," Hann Sui shook his head. He and Ma Teng were now tied together like locusts on a string, so harming Ma Teng was not at all on his mind.
