Stacking Dolls Means One Layer After Another (Part Two) [Please Vote for Monthly Tickets]

"Xun Five, three hundred and sixty-one zhang; Gen Seven, enemy two-six."

"Li Three, two hundred and seventy-six zhang; Dui Two, enemy..."

A concealed, narrow passage more than twenty li from the allied army's main camp.

At first glance, the place seemed utterly ordinary: overgrown with weeds and thorny brush, strewn with rocks and boulders, devoid of people, and carpeted in moss. But farther in, it concealed a different world. A scholar proficient in Word Spirit formations might have noticed something amiss. Break through seven layers of camouflage in one breath, and the truth beneath would be revealed. The passage was narrow, with room for only five people to walk abreast, and a few crude tents were scattered here and there.

A faint candlelight could be seen in one of the tents.

Inside were only a few mats and stools.

Several people stood around a sand table, frowning in concentration. From time to time, they leaned together to whisper, their eyes shifting toward the broad-robed scholar seated in the place of honor. He wore a white jade lotus crown, and his three thousand strands of black hair fell like a waterfall. He had a straight nose, thin lips, and fine features. Judging by his appearance alone, he seemed only twenty-five or twenty-six. Yet the refined, composed air of nobility surrounding him could only have been polished by the passage of time.

He was magnanimous and lofty, cultivated and graceful.

Now, absorbed in concentration, he seemed to hold the workings of fate itself within his grasp.

After a long while, the broad-robed scholar pressed his lips together and stopped. A cup of clear tea appeared within his field of vision. Following the hand holding it upward, his expression softened a little. He thanked the scholar and accepted the cup, the nerves he