"Actually, I do have some other thoughts... Amu's leg illness flared up again, but if she becomes a maid to the King, she will have money to buy medicine from the Qin State, right? The remainder could buy a nice dress, buy a wine flask for my brother, and also..." "There would be a chance to visit father's hometown, mother said he came from the Central Plains..." Finally, there was a bloodstained handprint on the wall. Wang Anfeng heard Lv Guanhong's voice by his ear; the old man was still some distance away, but familiar Qi allowed the transmission of sound, saying: "What are you doing, Feng Wu?!" "The strategy you set has reached its final step now... Come down quickly, that noble is already waiting." Wang Anfeng closed his eyes, gently placed the rough papyrus down, then raised his hand to press his brow, looking at Lv Guanhong, fingers slightly spread, covering his face, murmuring softly. The old man was puzzled, not understanding what that heart-as-cold-as-iron Great Qin man was doing on top of the prison, and why he hadn't come down yet? It was already quarter past the third hour by now, and the sky wasn't fully bright. They needed to rush quickly to the barracks outside to meet King Balman. Even he could see now that the Myriad Beast Valley and White Tiger Hall were already forced into an extremely passive stance by that Great Qin doctor. The latter's only chance relied on persuading King Balman, but at this point, they were in the advantageous position. Last night, the doctor had boldly intercepted a strike from the purple-clad woman and forced back his senior brother, seemingly not intending to hide from others which side's position was weightier; King Balman should've seen this clearly. So, if this were a game of chess. They should rightfully and calmly place their pieces and kill the opponent's dragons. But, what was that fellow doing now? Isn't this his painstaking effort? Hasn't he spent the past month thinking constantly, putting in so much effort... Playing two consecutive matches just yesterday. What is he doing now? A familiar, emotionless voice came by ear, saying: "You're right, I'll come down and meet you immediately." Lv Guanhong felt relieved, a smile appearing on his face, preparing to cheerfully spur his horse forward, but after a few steps, suddenly sensed something amiss, stunned, then leaped up. He saw Wang Anfeng standing atop the highest level of the prison, placing a paper raft gently on the ground, then turned around, stroking his saber in his right hand, wielding the sheath swiftly through the air; the lamp at his side exploded, spraying fiery oil onto the stones, rolling and crashing down. Lv Guanhong was dumbstruck. Flames and black oil covered yellow rocks crashing down with a series of screams, followed by shouts, excessive footsteps, and closer sounds. Wang Anfeng glanced sideways at Lv Guanhong, while a voice lacking sincerity rang by the latter's ear. Lv Guanhong's mind was almost overturned; the excellent situation painstakingly worked step-by-step was now toppled?! He stood there as if in dream, opened his mouth, saying: "That was your strategy!" "We've been going for over a month..." "You fought tooth and nail twice, and just abandon it? Have you gone mad?" Wang Anfeng's form lowered slightly, saber sheath slightly raised, the blade slowly slid down due to gravity; his right hand lightly rested on the hilt, and the curved saber vibrated slightly, grazing the sheath. Newest update provided by NovєlFіre.net Aware soldiers and prison guards charged up the stairs, gripping sabers, eyes gleaming fiercely at those above, angrily charging forward. Wang Anfeng's eyes lowered; the best decision at this moment should be temporary deceiving others, using the noble's identity to drive out White Tiger Hall; if he wanted to act, that would be the best time, but he couldn't do it now. Piled bones there and more buried unknown elsewhere. Imagining once lively, beloved young women's lives bright as flowers, shouldn't leave the world , tossed bloodied like any cloth, transforming unfulfilled dreams into bones. The saber vibrated; Wang Anfeng pursed his lips, as his right hand ghostly brushed past the saber blade. "Three years have passed, yet I'm still so foolish." "I disappointed you." "You said not to rashly create killings..." Someone charged upward, eyes scanning, followed by an angry shout; the curved saber split vertically, heavily slashing towards the Great Qin man, yet it blocked with a clang, stopping the saber, though the opponent gritted his teeth and strained, yet failing to lower the blade. "Today, your disciple breaks the vow." Resonance echoed; Lv Guanhong rubbed his eyes, behind Wang Anfeng faint golden streams appeared, within them a fleeting illusionary figure, ferocious and angry, eight-armed, hands wielding weapons and magic artifacts. In an instant, vanished. Blood instantly flowed; the Parthian Empire officer's neck was brutally torn apart by the blade, dying on the spot; Lv Guanhong felt cold in his hands and feet, watching the double-dagger wielding man rise and fight his way down from the prison tower top. The twin daggers were fierce, blade edges crisp and neat, precise and ruthless, leaving no survivors. Their path left only blood, resembling execution; yet somehow, upon Lv Guanhong's sight, the Great Qin man's visage appeared inexplicably serene, perhaps even gentle. Saber clashing echoed through the City. Even Lv Guanhong, was buffeted back by the blast, covering his face; as the turbulence settled, the scene before him compelled him to gasp. Flames burned furiously. Within the flames, was a frenzied fight, frenzied fight for unknown others, was a man willing to sacrifice his painstaking effort for someone unjustly dead from another land, Lv Guanhong's lips trembled. Old me doesn't understand... No one cares anymore, kid... You obviously had a glorious future, were poised to become famous across the World, yet why now? Not only your painstaking strategies burned away, but also facing Parthian military encirclement... Why? What do you see exactly? Suddenly, a past phrase from the Great Qin man came to his ears. Your Jianghu is just a stagnant pond. He looked up; though the convict soldiers numbered only a thousand, they were elite troops; from this height, one could see heavily armored soldiers gathering like ants. At this moment, an unusual Qi Mechanism was suddenly perceived. Pale golden flow of fire arose from the blazing Qilin Fierce Flame, clearly visible even in emptiness, rising ethereally, a king of wisdom stepping amidst. PS: Today's update is presented... Last night I wanted to write more, but was unsatisfied with what I wrote, and held out till past two o'clock, unable to continue, decided to give up. Actually, the writing is quite average, I'm not very satisfied; feel free to share thoughts _(:з」∠)_ In fact, a friend accompanied me so late; burdened with guilt...