Two Letters

At last, Sikong Jing stopped being polite and accepted the second Qianyuan Battle-Killing Diagram that belonged to Su Old Devil. Naturally, he could not bear to put it down.

Seeing Sikong Jing put it away, Su Old Devil smiled in satisfaction.

Yet deep in his eyes lingered a trace of sorrow and wistfulness.

Because from the moment his granddaughter Su Yuexi had been taken away, his grandson-in-law had already set foot upon his old path. And his grandson-in-law's words just now had made it crystal clear—he would fight to the very end.

That was why Su Old Devil had resolved to give Sikong Jing the Qianyuan Battle-Killing Diagrams, to aid him in his struggle.

But no matter how extraordinary Sikong Jing's talent in the way of military strategy was, the path of one without a battle body remained thick with thorns, and he could die in battle at any moment.

Gently shaking his head, Su Old Devil drove away his sorrow. There were still things he had to explain to Sikong Jing...

"A-Jing, I have no certainty whatsoever that I can surpass the Qianyuan War Emperor."

"After all, I stand upon the shoulders of those who came before me, and military formations and tactics are things of immense complexity."

"But I cannot give you this first original manuscript. Otherwise, just as your sister said, it would bring you a fatal calamity. Besides, I intend to tear the original manuscript into several pieces and throw them to those great factions hunting me down."

As he spoke, Su Old Devil's voice turned hoarse.

Sikong Jing, meanwhile, froze and stared blankly at him, unable to understand what he intended.

Su Old Devil slowly explained, "I will tear it into several pieces. The largest piece, I intend to give to Zheng Long, and only