Attack the Camp

The sound of drums was heard in the dead of night, and each drum beat felt like knocks on Fang Wenshi's heart.

A military counselor should share weal and woe with their master, and a master should take their military counselor's strength in advisement. However, the Dragon King did not open his mouth, forcing Fang Wenshi to make the decisions himself. He slowly retreated to the back door, in his heart, convincing himself, "You don't know kung fu, so you'll only get in the way if you stay here. The Dragon King hasn't been able to think of anything, what say yourself?

The Dragon King, holding the Five Peaks Saber, stood freely in the middle of the hall. He seemed completely oblivious to impending assassination, closing his eyes in repose.

Tie Linglong showed calmness that did not match her age. Only the gently shaking fingers of her left hand showed a trace of nervousness and excitement. She glanced at the young swordsman and said, "Little Chu, let's compete."