Zhang Jinglin knelt on one knee and cupped his fists at Xiao Zeyu, asking for battle. Xiao Zeyu said nothing and kept looking at the sand table before him. This battle sand table was made according to the terrain of Luo City.
Zhang Jinglin was still kneeling on the ground. He did not understand why the Young Master disagreed with his request to fight.
"Get up first."
Xiao Zeyu raised his hand and ordered Zhang Jinglin to get up. He then looked at the sand table in deep thought.
"Jing Lin, look. Long Ling is now calling the shots from this position."
Xiao Zeyu pulled out his sword and pointed it at the spot where Long Ling had called out. Zhang Jinglin looked over seriously. It was outside the eastern gate, not the main gate. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind as he raised his head to look at Xiao Zeyu.
Xiao Zeyu saw that he understood and smiled,
"Jing Lin already understands."
