Qi Country's representatives were also in the small conference hall.
This hall was situated at the other end of the negotiating complex, opposite the Jin representatives from afar.
Feng Ying sat to one side, pouring tea and water for Xiao Cheng and the Feng Family elders, the picture of attentiveness.
Feng Jingyao mentioned that the last negotiations were fourteen years ago, in Bingzhou.
The envoys sighed heavily.
Suddenly, someone brought up General Xie Xian.
"When General Xie was alive, did the Jin people dare not fear Qi?"
As soon as Xie Xian's name was mentioned, the room seemed to grow heavy with silence.
The decline of Qi Country seemed to have begun with that very battle.
Feng Jingyao cleared his throat softly, took a sip of tea, and said, "Frequent skirmishes are the norm. We should not hold out too much hope for the Jin side. It is merely a stalling tactic."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Xiao Cheng's expression changed little; calmly, he said:
