A Small Goal to Start With

Wang Xuan's analysis was logical and well-supported. He analyzed everything clearly, from family background to motives, the thoughts of all parties, and finally the outcome. Everyone was left dumbfounded as they listened.

The group looked at Wang Xuan strangely. You're clearly a general who leads troops, yet you act like a strategist. Are you sure you didn't choose the wrong profession?

"Don't look at me like that. It's nothing, and besides..." Wang Xuan pointed at Dian Wei, Zhou Cang, and the others before continuing, "They aren't my subordinates either. They're all my brothers. I've never said I was a great general who leads troops."

Upon hearing this, Dian Wei, Zhou Cang, and the others looked at Wang Xuan excitedly. Subordinates and brothers were two completely different concepts, especially to these rough men, who valued loyalty and brotherhood far more than obedience.

"Being able to do something doesn't mean I want to do it. I can do plenty of things. I can cook, brew wine, and treat illnesses. I can even tailor clothes. But that doesn't mean I want to do those things!"

The others looked at Wang Xuan even more strangely.

"Training troops, leading troops, and fighting battles are merely my hobbies!"

"Then what do you want to do?" Liu Bei finally couldn't hold back and asked.

"Eat well and wait to die!" Wang Xuan let out a long sigh. That was his dream, but it was simply too difficult to achieve. If he could absorb an endless amount of fortune and let his strength grow without limit, that would be the highest realm of eating well and waiting to die.

"Pfft!" Zhang Fei had just taken a mouthful of wine when Wang Xuan's words made him spray it all out.

*Someone as capable as you says your goal is