Everything Yuan Zhi had said was indeed without a shred of falsehood. He felt as if his very blood was about to ignite; he suddenly understood what it meant "to carry a jade dragon to death for one's lord." Right then, his intense dreams blazed like flames.
The young general on the other side simply reached out his hand and pulled the young strategist up.
"What nonsense are you speaking?"
"If I were to die, and you foolishly followed by slicing your own throat, then the people would not know of Li Guanyi, nor of the Qilin Army, nor of our toils through night and day, nor of our charge across twenty thousand li in eight months, nor of our resolution."
"I rather think you should live on."
"Moreover, I might not necessarily fall. Who knows, I might even succeed?"
