Main General's tent.
Sun Gan sat at the main seat with a smile, gesturing for Ning Zhuo to sit at his left side.
Leaning towards Ning Zhuo, he said, "Advisor Ning is indeed a young and promising talent, truly an impressive figure!"
Ning Zhuo smiled slightly, sitting up straight and slightly bowing his hands: "General Sun flatters me. Did you summon me this time to divine whether it's safe to return to the city?"
Sun Gan's pupils slightly narrowed, no longer leaning towards Ning Zhuo but sitting upright against the chair back, his face displaying a noncommittal smile: "Could it be that Advisor Ning has already divined our army's return to the city prior to your arrival?"
Ning Zhuo shook his head slightly: "Actually, I'm not skilled in divination. Only when certain crises loom do I feel depressed and have premonitions. At such times, I can divine more accurate results."
"As for our army returning to the city, there's no need to divine that."
