Fang Wenshi swung down from his horse, wiped his damp forehead, and sighed to Nie Zeng, "Sigh, have you ever seen a strategist as perpetually exhausted as me? Planning strategies from within the command tent and securing victory a thousand miles away—none of that has anything to do with me... You should teach me some martial arts sometime, so I can at least keep up with the Dragon King."
Nie Zeng gave a vague laugh. "I've only ever seen Mr. Fang as a strategist. I don't know what the others are like."
Fang Wenshi shook his head. "Nie Zeng, you're not as simple and honest as you used to be. Be careful. This world is full of swindlers, especially women. It's best to keep your distance."
Nie Zeng's face reddened. Fang Wenshi didn't notice. At that moment, Nie Zeng was thinking about Xu Yanwei, and no matter how he looked at it, he felt humiliated: his first marriage proposal in his life had actually been rejected by a prostitute. He had lost all face.
The moment he entered the tent, Fang Wenshi cast aside all his complaints and replaced them with a smile of boundless admiration. "I hear the Dragon King stormed into the enemy camp alone and quelled the rebellion by himself, making three thousand Iron Mountain soldiers bow their heads and submit. Congratulations! Jade City is in such an uproar it's nearly exploded. From the wealthy of North City to the peddlers of South City, everyone is craning their necks, waiting to kneel before the Dragon King and join the Dragon Army."
There were not many people in the tent, only a dozen or so Great Snow Mountain officers. Their admiration for the Dragon King was sincere. Hearing the strategist's words, they all nodded in praise and chimed