The dust has settled.
The generals each harbored their own thoughts as they took their leave.
The master of Jin only kept Mu Lun behind.
Sometimes not contending is a form of contention.
When luck arrives, there's no need to do anything; just wait for the opponent to make a mistake.
Wei Yi has become the target of conquest, with the left arm cut off, and naturally, the remaining right arm becomes even more important.
"What do you think the odds are?"
The master of Jin asked, unable to see through any clues.
"What is the General referring to?"
Mu Lun was either playing dumb or hadn't caught on.
"Whether Batulu can bring Wei Yi back," the master of Jin further elaborated.
"Since the General chose him, you surely know all about him," Mu Lun replied, still flawless.
"He's considered both courageous and wise; his previous loss to Wei Yi was due to the situation, unrelated to his ability."
So quick to forget an old flame.
