Could the Jin Kingdom's eastward expedition be the beginning of the storm? Shao Sansheng was alarmed. "After this half-year of reorganization, Gao Pin has already shown signs of preparing an eastern campaign. Doesn't that mean it's close?"
Shao Pingbo turned his gaze toward the cheerful figures in the fields and said nothing.
Sometimes, not answering was itself an answer. Shao Sansheng asked again, "Once this storm descends, how long will it last?"
Shao Pingbo strolled onward, reaching out to touch the wheat ears brushing against his fingertips, feeling them graze his skin. "The decisive battle is at hand! There has been no movement for half a year. There is only one reason for both sides' silence: they are waiting. Why wait? What could make them restrain themselves and wait quietly? They are both waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the decisive battle. If neither side moves, so be it—but once they do, it will inevitably be a fight to the death."
"The Three Saints stand in the open. The reason Jia Wuqun dares not reveal himself is surely because he lacks strength. Once the decisive battle begins, his trump cards will be exposed, and he will fall completely into passivity. Therefore, if he does not strike, fine—but once he does, it will surely be a fatal blow against his enemy!"
"You ask how long this storm will last? Both sides' silence should be because they are waiting to deal the enemy a fatal blow. I even suspect that the Three Saints may already have grasped some weakness of Jia Wuqun's—otherwise, why would they be so composed? A world-shaking collision is imminent. How long could it last? Under that impact, one side will surely be smashed to pieces. The chance of returning to the old tangled stalemate is very small. So