"He's finally here!"
Just as Fang Qianyuan entered the Vanguard Camp to oversee the battlefield in person, Wei Huan set down a confidential letter in a Central Province Army camp ten thousand miles away, sighed softly, and rose to his feet.
"Host, do you intend to go to the frontline camp?" a middle-aged advisor in green robes beside Wei Huan asked respectfully.
"It isn't a question of whether I intend to go, but... whether I have any choice!" Wei Huan hesitated before answering.
"Host, is that Fang Qianyuan truly so formidable?" the advisor asked, still incredulous and visibly shaken.
Having worked together as host and advisor for some time, Wei Huan knew the man well and naturally understood what shocked and puzzled him. He said calmly, "You don't understand the world of geniuses."
The advisor gave a wry smile. "You are quite right, Host..."
If he understood, he would not have been a strategist who followed and depended on the strong, but a mighty expert whose name resounded throughout a region.
That same night, on the twenty-eighth day of the first month, the day Fang Qianyuan appeared at the front, Wei Huan also arrived at the Central Province Army's frontline camp. He stationed himself less than a thousand miles from Fang Qianyuan, so close that either could reach the other in less than half an hour.
Both armies put their ranks in order and slept with weapons at the ready, awaiting dawn. Yet, instead, they fell into a strange tacit understanding, neither making any unnecessary moves to harass the other.
In early February, rumors began spreading throughout Central Province and the Southern Wilds, drawing everyone's attention.
The fighting between Central Province and the Southern Wilds had already been the foremost event of the past half year. Border friction had gradually