"Scram!"
In the royal court, at Xiao Manor.
Chen Dao punched away two soldiers blocking him and strode directly into the manor holding the war book.
"Xiao Yun, you brat, come and accept your grandpa's war challenge!"
Inside Xiao Manor, Xiao Yun was sipping a cup of hot tea, squinting his eyes, lost in thought.
Opposite to him sat a mysterious figure in a black robe, even wearing a mask that covered the face.
It was only apparent that the figure was tall and slender, their gender unknown.
A few strategists, dressed in thick anti-freeze clothing, occupied the corners around the stove, warming themselves by the fire.
Hearing the commotion outside, Xiao Yun's eyes narrowed, he let out a shout, and slapped the table, the teacup spinning out of his hand.
"Who dares to barge into Xiao Manor!"
"Crack!"
Chen Dao punched and shattered the teacup, stepping directly into the manor: "Who? Your grandpa, Chen Dao!"