The red-robed elder moved his lips, wanting to argue further, but before the words could leave his mouth, he knew they were futile against the man before him.
If they were of any use, he wouldn't be here.
He picked up the teacup and meticulously drank every last drop of tea from it, sighed with the profound tone of an elderly man, "The bravery of a mere individual can neither govern a nation nor save one..."
"Your actions..."
Yang Ge, dragging his sword, slowly stepped forward, "are not worthy to judge me!"
The elder lifted his heavy eyelids to look at him, and offered his final proposal, "Cease this now, and I assure you the position of garrison commander within three years!"
"Ha!"
Yang Ge let out a light chuckle and swiftly swung his sword.
The head of the man with unseeing eyes flew up and landed precisely in the open fingers of his left hand.
Yang Ge, holding the head, turned and left.
"Father..."
