Han Xiang spoke faintly, "However, in this Eastern Continent, there is indeed a formidable player."
Above the desk behind them, two volumes of books were placed.
One was the military treatise "Tactics."
The other was the biography of Chen Sansi.
"Whoosh——"
Han Xiang casually tossed the chess piece in his palm into the chess basket and said indifferently, "Boring, playing chess with you mediocrities is truly uninspiring. You may leave."
"Yes, Immortal Master."
Zhong Wuxin left the tent with his head lowered, and when he reached a secluded spot, he spat on the ground, "This is too much! Do they really think we are just pawns in his hands?!"
"Isn't that the truth?"
Deputy General Gong Yu followed up, "That Han Xiang is so arrogant, in his eyes, we don't even count as people. If he's really that great, why doesn't he just kill the Sheng's army of two hundred thousand by himself? Why does he need us to fight?"
