Wenren Sheng then thought over the meaning of that poem.
After pondering it for quite some time, he came up with several answers. To confirm them, he went to ask his father.
"Oh, the meaning of this poem is simple. It means he is waiting for an opponent to play chess with," Wenren De said casually.
"Mm, so that was it. No wonder it wanted to build the Mist Wall." Wenren Sheng was sharp enough to immediately decide that this answer was correct.
Then there was something else he needed to do: kill Tie Nan.
He could not allow someone so sinister to remain alive. It would also serve as a warning to the others.
They could cause as much trouble as they liked elsewhere, but if they reached toward the Eastern Continent, their hands would be cut off.
To put it bluntly, Wenren Sheng was not some saint devoted to saving the whole world.
One thing he had hated most in his previous life was being ruthless toward one's own people while yielding to outsiders. Emperor Yang of Sui had set a terrible precedent: there were still beggars in his own capital, yet he gave vast quantities of silk to foreign merchants to display his nation's prosperity.
It was the sort of thing that made it into textbooks.
Fortunately, nothing like that existed in this life.
Killing that fellow would be easy.
Fire Eye Sand could only defend against overt attacks; it had no counterespionage capabilities.
Last time, after Big Cat turned incorporeal and wandered around inside, no one noticed it.
Of course, once Tie Nan was killed, they would become wary.
But that would not stop Wenren Sheng's desire to kill.
He never killed people, but Tie Nan was no longer human. He was a beast, a monster.