Time continued to flow ceaselessly.
Wanyan Digü ultimately managed to control his anger, not venting it on others once more, but instead stayed alone deep within the palace, with countless thoughts flashing through his mind.
He walked to the large map, his gaze sweeping over the war-torn Jiangnan, sweeping over the critically endangered Huai River defense line, and finally lingering for a long time on the great river winding northward to his homeland.
"Gu Hui... what a prudent and steady tactician," he murmured to himself, his voice devoid of emotion, "He intends to slowly exhaust me to the bone in this gentle land of Jiangnan."
He understood that Gu Hui's "slowness" was the most terrifying.
Not giving him the chance for a decisive battle, not giving him an excuse for a desperate fight, but rather squeezing with the tide and eroding with people's hearts bit by bit.
