"Imprudent, far too imprudent."
"So much effort to train a hundred thousand elite soldiers, only to risk it all here, in this meat grinder doomed to have no future. Didn't his master ever tell him to look further ahead?"
Above the clouds, two silhouettes swiftly swept by and landed at the High-rise Restaurant in the city center.
Not only was this restaurant well-named, symbolizing great prospects, but it was also the fixed gathering place for scholars during the annual exams. Staying here, it was said that one's literary inspiration could flourish after exchanging poems and toasts with classmates, potentially resulting in better performance in subsequent exams.
The restaurant was named High-rise.
The building itself was also very tall, a full seven stories.
From the top eaves, not only could one see the densely packed soldiers on top of the city wall but also the dark, pressing military formations approaching from afar.
