Jiang Qihu suddenly stopped in his tracks, his teeth clenched, his body trembling, and his fists shaking... He had taken every word of Yuan Jimo's mockery to heart earlier.
The chaos in Qing State had finally settled into peace.
He was certainly happy.
But it was not happiness for his mentor, but for the people of Qing State, for the future of Da Chu.
As a disciple of the library, he was well aware that his master was burning his life force in his tireless efforts—
Cultivation, cultivation, seeking longevity.
Destiny, destiny, running counter to the path.
"Master, have you forgotten how you usually teach me?"
The clumsy Qihu said with grievance, "You taught me to always stand tall in the Imperial City, not to lose the face of the Jiang Family or the library! If bullied, never endure it, if others push you an inch, you push back three feet!"
Chen Jingxuan was struck dumb.
"But you just said... A gentleman does not show anger, where is the sense in that?"
