"Quitting so soon? You won't get far in cultivation with that attitude," Wuyi chided. He picked up a mysterious Black Bamboo stick, its purpose still unknown to him, though he suspected it might contain a trace of demonic Qi.
"You've got around forty-five frontline Qi initiate warriors, sixteen capable Qi adept warriors, three Qi masters, and one sturdy, albeit old, fortress on strategic land. Your task is to defend a river crossing, a bridge, a stream of frightened traders, and a vulnerable Lower Town with subpar walls. What's your strategy? If it's good, I'll take credit for it and implement it. There are wrong answers, but no single right one. A good plan keeps you alive and earns you some gold. A bad plan means death for you and many innocent lives, including some Lotus Pavilion disciples and local farmers." Wuyi looked at him intently. "Let's hear it."
Jia stroked his chin, mimicking Wuyi's gesture. "Assuming we're fully stocked and prepared?"
Wuyi nodded.
