"The Mo family should already know by now," he said as the Great Lord Zhao was about to leave.
In response, Zheng Zhilin nodded, "The leader of the good ship squadron once said, although the Mo family has not produced a Candle Dragon for generations, a dying camel is still bigger than a horse, let alone it being the Mo family that has produced three generations of Prime Ministers and about whom no one in both the court and the common folk can utter a bad word. If their venerable ancestor really were to come here, perhaps he could indeed manage some crucial connections. These ties of blood are hard to foster, and also hard to sever."
"Indeed," he replied, "but no matter what, it was our Zhao family who competed for the initiative. The Mo family has the privilege of the choice of blood, anyone else trying to emulate our Zhao family would simply not look good." After saying this, the Great Lord smiled and took his leave.
Zheng Zhilin sighed.
