He had strategies at his chest, and with a simple point, he controlled a million valiant soldiers, speaking and laughing at the world, managing the universe single-handedly.
As a military family strategist, one's martial arts skills need not be high, but one must keep a cool and rational head when everyone else is engaged in the game, as only the strategist must remain calm and find that singular opportunity for survival in an otherwise fatal situation.
Until today, Wang Anfeng had never imagined a strategist could look like this.
No folding fan or fine scarf, only a 2.5-meter-long Mo Blade of the Great Qin.
Arbitrarily heroic.
Unrestrained and unruly.
"Anfeng, another serving,"
A loud shout reached his ears, and Wang Anfeng took the earthenware bowl from Baili Feng's hands, turned around to serve rice, his wooden spoon scraping the bottom of the pot, and he sighed deeply.
And a big eater too.