Zhang Weiyu and Lu Shu stood beside each other in front of the door of the discussion hall. They could hear the wails from inside. Zhang Weiyu said with a tinge of worry, "You are playing with fire. Great Lord, you underestimate the power of the aristocrats."
"They are only one group of aristocrats. If the other families come and talk to us, the trouble of the Wei Wu Army is naturally something that they have to resolve. I am worried about this," said Lu Shu.
"What if you cannot reach an agreement with the aristocrats?" Zhang Weiyu furrowed his eyebrows. "These aristocrats are very greedy. To them, they are high in position. How can a small leader of the Wei Wu Army like you talk to them? Thus, I think that the conditions that they offer us will be almost the same. Furthermore, you cannot possibly accept these conditions. What will you do then?"
Lu Shu laughed buoyantly. "How long do you think this war will last for?"
