Comments from Four Strategists

The woman hesitated for a long time before finally returning to the bedroom, taking out a thick stack of documents, and handing them to Zhang Xiao.

Zhang Xiao studied the materials carefully, as though she had completely gathered her thoughts.

Yet her bloodshot eyes betrayed her state of mind.

The woman sighed softly again. She did not disturb Zhang Xiao further and went to sit on the other side of the room.

Shangjing.

"Maitreya, I know you're there. Aren't you coming out for a chat?"

Zhao Hai had somehow hauled a rocking chair onto the city wall. He sat there leisurely, calling out toward the empty wilderness beyond the city.

In the distance, a glimmer of golden light flickered.

Maitreya's figure gradually rose into the air. He watched Zhao Hai from afar, with no intention of coming closer.

"This poor monk was merely passing by."

"I borrowed this place to rest for a few days."

"Benefactor Li need not concern himself with this poor monk."

Maitreya smiled amiably, looking harmless to man and beast alike.

Zhao Hai merely snorted and shook his head.

He had always felt that the strategists of Spirit Mountain and the Underworld each had their own distinctive traits.

The one in the Underworld gave him the impression of absolute calm.

It seemed as though nothing could stir the slightest ripple in his heart. Whether he was smiling, enraged, pretending to be foolish, or displaying any other expression, beneath it all lay a heart of absolute calm.

As if he were a puppet without a heart.

Every expression and emotion was merely work he needed to do in order to achieve his goal.

And this bald donkey from Spirit Mountain.

He was absolutely cautious.

Sometimes, Zhao Hai even suspected that if a passerby suddenly appeared, stared