"We cannot rashly involve ourselves in this; a single misstep could even result in Prince Qin stopping his advance on Chen Capital."
"We should act like [the snipe and the clam fighting, while the fisherman reaps the benefit]."
"We will remain outside, not getting involved, providing logistical support to Chen Dingye, watching them battle it out, heads busted and bloody, then seize Zhenbei Pass, taking the initiative in the grand scheme of things!"
The Great Khan's gaze was sharp. He raised his hand, and a whistle from his bowstring was heard. The arrow he had just carved with his short knife turned into a streak, piercing through two eagles flying in the sky, sending them plummeting with a wail.
A single arrow, two eagles.
"Mu Zhahe, oh Mu Zhahe..."
"Old brother, I still can't just sit by idly. I hope to fight to the death for our grasslands, shedding every drop of blood, haha, truly a laborious life."
"But, that's just our generation, isn't it?"
