Within the Yuan Army was a strategist named Fan Wan, a man of loyalty and generosity, highly beloved by all with many good friends.
On this day, Yuan Huangzhong was drinking tea and reading within his private tent when, quite suddenly, Fan Wan burst inside without invitation.
The army has its regulations, which Yuan Huangzhong valued above all. Seeing Fan Wan so blatantly disregarding the rules, his brows furrowed as he spoke, "Fan Wan, is there something of importance?"
"General, I made acquaintance with several good friends in Jiangnan. Each of them possesses extraordinary strength and masterful magic. Upon witnessing General Wen's unfortunate death on the battlefield, and knowing the enemy's experts are not to be underestimated, I sent word a few days ago and had letters delivered,
inviting them here to lend you a hand. At this moment, they are waiting outside. Should they take action, they will surely help you take Yangzhou Prefecture."
"Hm!" Yuan Huangzhong was taken aback.
