The next morning, at the third roll of the war drums, Hua Zhan held a council in his tent.
The deputy generals stationed at Luguanliao had gathered in the assembly hall, and Hua Zhan sat in the commanding tiger-skin chair, his expression shifting uncertainly.
"There is only one day left until the deadline Jia Lingyun gave us, and tonight that so-called Heavenly Water is going to arrive. Let's discuss how we should respond!"
Chapter 329