807: Little Moves (Part One) [Monthly Tickets Requested]

At these words, Qin Li, who had straightened up, leaned back again and said lazily, "Find her yourself. I'm not interested."

Zhao Feng, who had been bowing his head to look for his daughter, was displeased.

"What do you mean, 'not interested'? Da Wei usually respects you the most. Has she ever seen you without calling you Uncle? None of us have even seen Da Wei's heroic bearing on the battlefield. It's rare to get a chance like this, and you don't know how to cherish it? Hmph! Hmph!"

Qin Li: "..."

He did not want to argue over this with an immature old man.

There were more than two thousand men from both sides on the sand table, all tangled together in one chaotic melee. Who could tell them apart? This Way of the Scholar reflected the real world, shrinking the mountains and rivers proportionally and placing them upon the table. At the same scale, people were smaller than ants.

Zhao Feng was now trying to find his daughter among more than two thousand ants. That was truly asking the impossible.

All they could see were streaks of little black figures.

Sure enough, Zhao Feng's eyes grew sore from staring, yet he still could not find Zhao Wei. Helpless, he had no choice but to ask his colleague for help.

"Gongsu, this is your Way of the Scholar, after all."

Qin Li's eyes were half-lidded, his expression languid and relaxed. "The Way of the Scholar isn't omnipotent either. Being able to let you see the battle at the front from the rear is already no small feat. Don't ask for too much."

If Zhao Feng pushed his luck any further, he would withdraw the Way of the Scholar.

Zhao Feng angrily yanked out several of his whiskers and puffed