So this was the reason!
"What are we to do, then? Could Heaven truly favor Cao over our Flourishing Han?"
Despair filled Lu Su's face as he muttered to himself.
They could find ways to resolve other problems, but how could human strength determine which way the wind blew?
If the northwesterly wind persisted, their Fire-Attack Stratagem would go up in smoke, and all the painstaking effort they had put into the Bitter Flesh Stratagem and feigning surrender would come to nothing!
At that thought, Lu Su felt his chest tighten, his blood churning within him.
Only Zhuge Liang stood at the entrance to the command tent, waving his feather fan as he silently watched the sky outside gradually brighten with dawn. The morning breeze stirred the hem of his robe, lending him an air of floating away to join the immortals.
"Everything is ready. All we lack is an east wind."
After standing there for a long while, Zhuge Liang suddenly turned toward Lu Su, his eyes extraordinarily bright. "What if I could borrow an east wind for three days and three nights?"
"Borrow an east wind?"
Zhuge Liang's words left Lu Su rather bewildered, but he still replied, "Never mind three days and three nights-even one night of strong wind would suffice!"
"But... how can wind be borrowed?"
Money could be borrowed, grain could be borrowed, and so could troops.
But how could anyone borrow wind?
Surely Zhuge Liang was joking?
Yet Zhuge Liang merely smiled faintly and said, "Leave this to me. If I say I can borrow it, then I can."
"Zijing, take some men to Mount Nanshan, south of the camp, and build a ritual altar beside the river. Name it Seven Stars. Then select a hundred and twenty ritual guardians from the various armies."