Chu Yi was lying in the Wild Forest, thrilled by his situation.
From being oppressed to now turning the tables, only he knew the effort he had put in.
Yang Wei heard Zuo Qiuming's scolding and felt very unhappy as well. He analyzed deliberately:
"With this method of fighting, we seem to be in a more passive position. He is in the dark, and we are in the open. It has become very difficult to trap him."
Upon hearing this, Zuo Qiuming's voice immediately shot up by an octave: "Yang Wei, you weren't saying this before. How can you boost the enemy's morale and undermine your own authority?"
After being scolded by Zuo Qiuming, Yang Wei began to rub his temples, trying to think of a way.
"You have a point there, let me think about this."
About ten minutes later, Yang Wei slapped his thigh forcefully: "Alright, I have thought of a good plan now. Come here."
