「Nightfall!」
Inside the Senior General's tent.
"Father," Wang Ben reported as he walked into the tent, "the arrangements to move the army back to camp have been made. We only need to wait for the Envoy of the King of Xianyang to arrive before our forces can depart."
For the past few days, Wang Ben had been organizing the army's withdrawal. With 100,000 soldiers guarding the border, it was a monumental task. Wang Jian looked up at his son, but his face still held a distant expression, clearly still lost in the day's events.
"Father, what's wrong?" Wang Ben asked, noticing his father wasn't acting like himself.
"Ben'er," Wang Jian began, then asked suddenly, "tell me, is it possible for someone to cross nearly a hundred feet in a single instant?"
