"What does Lord Wang mean by this?"
Li Ming's hand paused, and his first reaction was to check if he had been poisoned. After confirming nothing was amiss, he breathed a sigh of relief. He then frowned and softly asked Wang Ling, who sat at the head of the table.
"Sword shadows and spear lights are unpredictable on the battlefield, and I fear that if Lord Li were to join the battle one day, he might inadvertently meet a tragic end at the hands of a Xiongnu practitioner, or worse, be captured and turned into a thrall."
Wang Ling shook his head, speaking with genuine regret.
"Oh? Xiongnu practitioner? Thrall?"
Li Ming furrowed his brows, "Lord Wang might as well speak plainly."
"Lord Li truly is a forthright man. Since that's the case, I'll be frank."
