In a side hall outside the palace, Marquis Xiang, Wang Qian, heard the teacup in his hand crack with a snap, a few fractures appearing.
There was also a projection here. Whatever appeared on the great hall's sand table would also appear here, as it belonged to a subsidiary instrument of that "Heaven and Earth Chessboard" replica.
He watched the Liao Clan change into red armor, watched their leader cast spells to alter the appearances of a group of Liao people, watched the Crown Prince's troops block the road, watched the Deputy General of the Crown Prince beheaded with a single slash, and then under the surprise attack of the Liao Clan, the troops collapsed into disarray. It took all the determination Wang Qian had in his life to keep from crushing the teacup in his hand.
"Useless! They're all useless!" Wang Qian gritted through his teeth.