As they had known each other longer, Luo Cai and Han Xin had become quite familiar. "You are young, yet your learning and talent are no less than those of the famous generals of old.
"Men like you-Sun Wu and Wu Qi in earlier times, Bai Qi and Wang Jian more recently-all held a three-foot sword in their hands and made all under heaven tremble. Yet even they do not strike me as quite so extraordinary as you."
The more Luo Cai learned about Han Xin, the more she felt he was truly a remarkable man. There were certainly many geniuses in this world, and Luo Cai did not believe that the Luo Clan Scion Disciples were necessarily the most outstanding.
But Han Xin was simply too young. He was only in his early twenties and had only just come of age. Nor was he of noble birth with a fine education. Only exceptional natural gifts could explain the learning and talent he now possessed.
Once Han Xin truly experienced battle and grew increasingly mature, even Luo Cai, who had always prided herself on her ability to judge people, could not be certain what heights he would ultimately reach.
A measure of delight appeared on Han Xin's face at her words. He naturally had great confidence in himself, but Luo Cai's praise was always different. It was a form of recognition. "You flatter me, Lady Cai. Born into the Luo Clan, what brilliant talents have you not seen? I fear I am merely ordinary."
Luo Cai saw at a glance that, whatever Han Xin said, he was actually immensely pleased with himself. Her eyes shifted, and she smiled. "I have heard that self-knowledge is a precious quality. Surely that refers to people like you, who understand themselves so well.
"Since