Qiguan Rang's fingers were covered by his sleeves and tapping his knees. He leisurely closed his eyes as if he was taking a nap.
Jiang Pengji had been annoyed, but after listening to him further, she began to reflect upon herself. As she contemplated, she suddenly recalled her teacher and senior, also the Leading General of Corps Seven, coming to her.
The old general told her, "You are not my only student, nor my favorite, either. Still, despite your ill temper, I understand you and chose you to be the next general. I trust that you can become an ideal successor. You are the only one who can do it."
He had so much trust in her, but she disappointed him at last. Before that night, she could not understand why she failed.
"The tactics to rule…" she mumbled, starting to understand something.