It concerned military secrets.
Inside the vast White Tiger Hall, only three people sat facing one another.
The fragrance of tea drifted through the air.
Crash.
The books standing on the shelf toppled over, knocking together with a dull thud and pulling the two men back from their thoughts.
Yang Xu opened his mouth.
He Ningyuan, Prefect of Heyuan Prefecture and concurrently the defending general of the Western Army, showed astonishment in his eyes.
What was this?
Liang Qu's words just now had struck the ground with a clang, ringing through the hall. The room had remained silent for quite some time, yet they still echoed beside his ear.
He could not possibly have misheard!
Half an incense stick's time to kill a lower-ranking one of the Eight Beasts?
As the saying went, better to break one finger than injure ten. The Flowing Gold Sea was a battlefield to begin with; being able to kill one was naturally best—a permanent result. But was it possible?
Even the lowest-ranking Eight Beast was still one of the Eight Beasts. The eight of them were originally the cream of Northern Court's True Image Realm, standing at the pinnacle. Their networks were tangled and complex, they occupied the finest resources, and their life-preserving methods emerged one after another. Killing any one of them could not be called a sure thing.
Even with Ba Er Si Tai's record backing Liang Qu, there had undoubtedly been all sorts of maneuvering involved. Yet with the same maneuvering, a different person would have different thoughts, different experiences, and different judgments. The slightest difference could lead to an utterly different result. If he had said he could suppress one for half an incense stick's time, there truly might have been a chance. But half an incense stick...
It was