"Jing State's Inner Palace contender, Huang Sheli, possesses four Supernatural Powers. Of the four, she has already revealed two in public...
"Her most recent battle was against...
"In that battle...
"Her father is Huang Fu, the great general of the Yellow Dragon Guard, known as the 'Yellow Monk.' The family tradition..."
Looking over the extraordinarily detailed dossier in his hands, Jiang Wang could only marvel.
"How much effort did this take?"
Chongxuan Sheng said from beside him, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you can win every battle. Someone has to do this work. Still, I didn't expect Chen Zeqing to personally handle the intelligence for this Yellow River Assembly. Maybe it's because of Ji Zhaonan."
As Jiang Wang read, something suddenly occurred to him. "If the dossier I have is this detailed, then other kingdoms' dossiers on me must be just as extensive, right?"
"Obviously." Chongxuan Sheng snorted. "You represent the Qi State. Who in all the world wouldn't keep an eye on you?"
After explaining, he added, "What, are you still not ready?"
Jiang Wang was silent for a moment, then said, "It's fine. It's about time people knew who I was."
The dividing line between "life" and "death" stretched far into the distance.
Behind it lay boundless grasslands bursting with life. Ahead stretched an endless desert, dark and lifeless.
For the soldiers guarding the "Life-Death Line," the hardest thing to endure in the Border Wasteland might not be the "demons."
The Demon Tide had not come for many years. Sometimes, encountering a few stray Shadow Demons that had lost their way was almost a welcome diversion.
So the greatest torment was probably waiting without purpose, and never being able to let down their guard.
The tedium of the Border Wasteland was unbearable.
Of course,