Wang reached down and calmly rolled up the broad leather map, securing it with a thin strap. "If Cassian truly wanted to trap us or catch us off guard... he would have launched an all-out assault while our forces were still tired and marching through the narrow mountain pass hours ago. The fact that he held his army back proves he is waiting to see what our true intentions are."
The old elder slowly lowered his head, unable to find a logical argument against the Patriarch's calm reasoning.
Wei Xiang finally stepped closer to the wooden table, his dark eyes searching Wang's face. "What exactly did you write in that personal letter you handed to the messenger, Wang? You refused to show any of us before he rode off."
Every captain and elder in the tent instantly turned their attention toward the Patriarch, waiting intently for his response.
