Feng Xiyan rested his hand on the hilt of his blue sword and looked at Fan Wanming.
He slowly rubbed his blue sword's hilt, then said, "Now that Ku Shu is dead and the Wen Army's attack has failed, Wen Kang will not remain idle for a long time. Before he makes a move, we must strike first."
"This general had sent secret letters to the generals guarding the Yu Empire's city garrisons last night. If they are smart, they will open the city gates for us. As long as everything goes smoothly, we will arrive in the imperial capital city in six days. By then…"
Feng Xiyan's eyes flickered coldly as he added, "...It will be the end for the Wen Clan and those murderers."
Hearing this, Fan Wanming looked at him with admiration and determination. "Great General is wise."
"Go and prepare."
Fan Wanming clasped his fists and responded, "Yes, Great General."
