A thousand years of history in his palm, five thousand years in his heart!

Zhou Cheng finally grasped all the "shifting winds and clouds" behind the situation and let out a long breath.

The Junior Guardian's decision to march north and strike straight at Huanglong Prefecture was a brilliant move.

No!

Not a brilliant move, but...!

His opponents had set out the chessboard, and the others had already prepared their "fine dishes," gleefully inviting him into their trap.

Who could have imagined!

The Junior Guardian simply cleaved the chessboard in two with his sword.

Then he started an entirely new game.

You want me to make a choice!

Then let us see how you choose.

Standing to one side, Zhou Cheng could not help clapping and laughing. He bowed deeply to the present "Yu Ke" in admiration.

"Junior Guardian, your command of armies is second to none under heaven!"

"Truly, a thousand years of history in your palm, a million soldiers in your heart."

Dou Gu stroked his beard beside him, a smile on his lips as well.

If the Lu Family Army truly marched north and bore down on North Wind, the situation would become extraordinarily complicated.

First!

Kyoto, which seemed such a "hot potato," would be temporarily abandoned. The Lu Family Army would concentrate its forces and join the two hundred thousand troops already deployed to attack North Wind together.

Such a move would undoubtedly send shock waves through the four nations, forcing them to reassess the situation.

However!

The problems that followed would be just as thorny. If North Wind fell, or became locked in a bitter struggle with the Lu Family Army, its strength—which should have served to counterbalance Qianyuan—would be greatly diminished.

Qianyuan might then seize the opportunity to take Morning Mausoleum and further expand its power.

And how would Han and Chu respond to Qianyuan's expansion?

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