"Among the strategists under the heavens, throughout the ages, there has been only one."
Wang Anfeng repeated the words, sighing in his heart, wondering who this strategist was—admired even by the gentleman, one who knew the great trends of the world, yet remained steadfast till death, using the armor of a single state to strike across the land, forcing the Nine Provinces to huddle for years, compelling even the finest strategist of the world to refuse battle until his own lifespan ended and he finally was defeated.
He had never heard of such a figure.
At that moment, he put away his thoughts and resumed calculating when the fish he had intentionally left hanging would finally bite the hook.
......…
Inside the Shaolin Temple.
Hong Luoyu twitched his forehead and said:
"Calculating, calculating, starting to calculate again."
"That book should have been burned for him, with the ashes scattered in the wind."
"The bloodline of the Dongfang Clan is really damn strange..."
