Yonggui River.
Across the river lies the Youdu Snow Region.
Since half a month ago, the opposite riverbank has been lined with millions of troops, ready for battle at any moment.
At this moment, in the main commander's tent of the Youdu Snow Region's royal army.
A young man with delicate features, who wasn't particularly tall, lay comfortably on a Taishi chair, his legs propped up on the table in front of him. One hand held a cigarette while the other nonchalantly picked at grapes.
His whole demeanor was extravagant, his manner lazy, content with himself.
Not to mention, his body wasn't particularly strong.
If it weren't for the set of armor on him that shone with a frosty gleam, it would be hard to imagine that this seemingly frail figure among the Youdu Snow Region's people was actually the commander of the recent Martial Guard assault.
Yin Shu.
