As soon as the door was closed, the temperature dropped to a chilling degree.
General Hao was sitting still in his place, but it could be seen that his fingers were clenching tightly. The short conversation with Liu Ying just now already put him in so much edge. He could tell that the young strategist was watching him so tightly that even breathing felt hurt.
"The pressure is no joke."
"Yes. I feel as if I'm seeing another mirror of Prince Ji Sheng," General Hao said in slow pace. His body gradually calm down, yet his eyes showed traces of fear. "His action is perfect. He didn't let me know what he's thinking at all. At the same time, he's keeping the demeanor of a young master perfectly as if he has been living as one all this time."
The servant, who was lowering his head before, raised his head and looked at the general. "He's dangerous."
"He even realized your presence. Do you think that he's truly a b*stard son of a noble family?"
"No."
