In a side hall on the outskirts of the field camp, the teacup in Wang Qian the Xiang Marquis’ hand let out an audible crack as fissures appeared on its surface.

There was also a projection here. Anything that appeared on the sand table in the main hall would appear here as well. It was a subsidiary artifact of the imitation of the Go Board of Heaven and Earth.

 He watched as the Liao tribesmen donned the red armor and clothes to disguise themselves as King Fu’s soldiers, and the leaders cast spells to alter their appearances. He watched as the Crown Prince’s force blocked their path, only for their second-in-command to be beheaded in a single stroke, and for the rest of the troops to be routed under the Liao’s onslaught. It took all the self-control Wang Qian had ever possessed to keep from crushing the teacup he was holding.

“Useless! Utterly useless!” Wang Qian ground out the words through clenched teeth.

The mystic treasure-grade long saber had been a family heirloom. Relying on King Fu’s favor, he had snuck the practically cheat weapon into the hunting party to massively improve his force’s chances of winning. However, he never imagined that the hunting party would be wiped out, and the saber would fall into the hands of the Liao almost immediately after the autumn hunt began.

Worse still, the Liao group had used their looted saber to behead the Crown Prince’s deputy general and, under their disguised identities, annihilated the rest of the Crown Prince’s forces. Wang Qian could only imagine what the Crown Prince must be feeling at this very moment.

In the main hall of the field camp, the Crown Prince gripped the armrest so tightly...