Di Xin had just finished speaking when the air inside the hall seemed to solidify, a heavy atmosphere quietly spreading. Then, a low and confident voice broke the silence: "Your Majesty, although the four great vassals command many soldiers and generals, they are not of one heart. The appearance of their overwhelming million-strong army is in fact as loose as sand, and not to be feared."
The voice came suddenly and unexpectedly. Di Xin sharply lifted his head, only to see a figure emerge from the shadows. He was dressed in a black battle robe and wore a heavy bronze sword at his waist, its handle carved with intricate patterns, appearing ancient and mysterious.
"Who are you?" Di Xin exclaimed in shock, not having expected someone to infiltrate his sleeping quarters so silently.
"I am Wen Zhong."
While speaking, Wen Zhong slowly paced towards Di Xin, calmly meeting his gaze.
