Great Qing's Qianyuan, the Son of Heaven's Qi-Sight

Beyond Gazing at Shenzhou, the city walls loomed faintly in the distance.

Upon an island hanging alone in the heart of the river.

Yuwen Liqian watched Yang Wenxian's departing back and pondered inwardly.

This man was likely a true talent, worth an army of a hundred thousand on his own.

What a pity he could not be used by Han Kingdom. In this world, nothing was more precious than the two words "talent."

He had made a vow never to offer Han Kingdom a single plan or strategy for the rest of his life.

Du Hui stood to one side and sighed softly. "The way of a gentleman can be deceived by righteousness!"

Yet Yuwen Liqian felt an inexplicable flicker of anticipation. She wanted to know the answer Yang Wenxian was about to give.

Han Kingdom and Yan Territory were about to be engulfed in flames of war. What would the final outcome be?

She firmly believed that Han Kingdom would undoubtedly win.

Thirteen years ago, Han Kingdom had secretly rebuilt the Han Martial Infantry. Now, Zhou Ye had once again been appointed Grand General.

The Han Martial Infantry had swept across the realm four hundred years ago!

This was an army even more terrifying than North Wind's Iron Pagoda. Back then, it had slaughtered dozens of states and established a fearsome reputation.

Zhou Ye was hailed as "a renowned general seen once in three hundred years." His military methods and strategic schemes far surpassed those of the present age. After his death, he would surely enter the Martial Temple and receive the reverence of all ages.

He had written twelve volumes on military strategy, every word a pearl. Most famous of all was his doctrine: "Attacking the heart is supreme; attacking cities is inferior."

He had also pacified the