"Set fire to the city?"
At those words, everyone's expression shifted slightly.
An unusual gleam flashed through Zhao Yi's eyes. "Fellow Daoist He, could you explain?"
The rogue cultivator surnamed He was named He Yuan. Originally an ordinary citizen of the Sacred Origin Kingdom, he had already spent more than twenty years muddling through life when his aptitude for cultivation was discovered.
Thanks to the Sacred Origin Kingdom's institutions, however, he had soon been entrusted with important duties and risen above the common masses.
Now he had accompanied the army on its campaign, serving as an Attendant within its ranks. This was his chance to win merit and distinction, to be made a marquis or appointed a minister. How could he bear to let it slip away?
He immediately laid out the ingenious plan he had devised.
"From what I've seen, Seven Waters Pass may be sturdy, but ultimately, it's only a tiny patch of land in a mountain hollow. For ease of construction, many of its buildings were built of wood. If we find a way to set the city ablaze, those defenders will become rats trapped in a cave in less than half a day!
"The real key isn't the fire, but the smoke. If we can exploit that smoke by throwing poisonous powder into the flames, we can smoke those men to death inside the city!"
"Brilliant! Fellow Daoist He, that fortress does indeed stand on high ground. Ordinarily, we can't flood it, and there's nowhere nearby we can climb. Smoke, however, generally follows the wind. If we pick the right moment and use spells to send a gust their way, we can certainly catch the enemy off guard."
"Indeed. You must have thought of this after seeing that enemy fellow use smoke, right? His clouds of