Zeng Anmin frowned at the burly man.
Who was this man...?
He looked as though he carried an air of authority about him.
Zeng Anmin sized him up without showing it.
"Duke Wei, Tian Ji."
Emperor Jianhong's voice rang out calmly.
Naturally, he knew that Zeng Anmin did not recognize Tian Ji.
At those words,
Zeng Anmin's heart jolted.
Duke Wei?
He was not familiar with the noble clans of the Great Sage Dynasty.
But anyone who could still hold the title of duke in these times, whether through the power of their lineage or their personal methods, was no ordinary official's equal!
He took a deep breath and bowed to him.
"Greetings, Duke."
"No need for such ceremony." Tian Ji studied Zeng Anmin deeply. "I have examined that Mandarin Duck Formation diagram. When facing the Demon Race in narrow mountain paths, it can indeed display exceptionally dazzling Combat Power."
"However, there are ultimately not many perilous, cramped paths in the wild mountains. More often, battles against the Demon Race are fought on broad mountain roads. How can this Mandarin Duck Formation maintain such Combat Power on those wider roads?"
Tian Ji himself had not realized it.
When speaking to the youngster before him, his state of mind had subconsciously placed the other party on equal footing with himself.
There was no interrogation in his tone, only curiosity and... a request for instruction.
Zeng Anmin blinked upon hearing this.
A realization stirred within him.
After the imperial examination, he had returned home and gone through his father's study, finding military records and historical books to read up on the demon armies.
First of all, the Demon Race's surviving strength was certainly no longer as formidable as it had been in history.
The ancient records made it sound noble, saying that