Sounds Good? If It Sounds Good, It Means You've Got a Good Head!

At those words, all traces of laziness vanished from his face in an instant!

The next moment, the young man sprang up from the ground! His movements were smooth and swift, like a viper poking its head out from beneath dead leaves!

Dust rose as, in a blur, a short knife—the sort hunters usually used to bleed and skin small prey—flew from his waist into his hand, poised but not yet drawn.

The people nearby were clearly startled as well. A burly man maintaining order hurried over and looked around. "My lord, is something wrong?"

Seeing that they were utterly oblivious to the white-haired figure beside him, their gazes not lingering on him for even a moment, "Chen Jingqiu" understood—they truly could not see him.

Taking a deep breath, he finally waved them off, carrying a little of the authority worthy of the "my lord" the burly man had called him.

"Nothing. Go back to your duties. Do not slack off."

"Yes!"

Once the burly man returned to the side of the ranks, "Chen Jingqiu" turned his gaze back to the "person" seated beneath the banner.

"Do you know the Heavenly General? Are you from there too?"

Lowering his voice, he scrunched up his face and gestured upward with his chin. The implication was obvious.

At that, the white-haired figure raised an eyebrow, seeming to find something subtly interesting about it. Yet he did not answer, merely posed a question in return.

"To save these people, the most important things are food and soldiers. Once they have eaten your grain, they have become half your soldiers. But I want to know: after claiming territory, where exactly did the food for your method of opening the granaries and distributing grain come from?"

"After all, those official granaries may not have been