[Memory Volume:]
The northern part of the Independent State was nearly devoid of human life.
Standing at a spot was a youth in a snow-white shirt whose long, ink-like hair casually draped to his waist. He resembled a celestial being that belonged in a painting.
"Young Master, there's news from the southern battlefield."
A teenager strode toward the youth.
"Mm." There wasn't a ripple in the youth's eyes and there was an almost imperceptible smile hanging from his lips.
"The Ji family achieved an overwhelming victory… on the southern battlefield…" The teenager's face was brimming with astonishment as he looked at the youth.
He utterly couldn't imagine how this youth in front of him could command an army and concoct all kinds of brilliant strategies, playing and spinning both of the Ji family's strong enemy factions in circles. The final stroke of dissension he sowed was practically perfect.
