In the main tent of the Northern Qiang army, Wang Yuepi reclined on a soft couch, propping his head up with one hand. The firelight flickered across his face, making his expression inscrutable.0

The subordinate generals who had accompanied him stood silently below the dais with their heads bowed, not daring to make a sound. In the center of the tent was a white cloth draped over the vague outline of a person.0

Wang Yuepi hummed softly, sitting up slightly. "So just two men… slaughtered your general right in front of my twenty thousand strong cavalry…"0

His eyes moved slowly, sweeping across the generals below. Each one he looked at involuntarily trembled, a testament to Wang Yuepi’s harsh discipline.0

Wang Yuepi rubbed his face with a large hand and said, "Were those two men immortals that descended from the heavens...0