The three from Chang Shuaizhou sat together drinking wine, looking quite at ease.
"It seems we've lost for sure." Wan Junjie said while sipping his wine and playing a game of Go.
"Indeed." Zhao Changfa added, "If only our sect had participated, it would have been great. The Medicine King Valley, the Wuji Clan will rise now."
"It's fate." Chang Shuaizhou laughed, "What's meant to be, will be. What's not meant to be, won't be."
"There's no forcing it."
"Yuanyang Country is now in a full-scale retreat, suffering heavy losses."
"In terms of military strategy, this kid is unparalleled."
Zhao Changfa and Wan Junjie both agreed on this point, acknowledging the formidable military tactics employed. Who could have thought of such a strategic encirclement?
After all, the encirclement involved over a million troops, swallowing them whole, who has such an appetite?
You have to know, in the past, the two great kingdoms fell gradually, bit by bit; they couldn't be swallowed whole.
