"Governor Ye, what does this phrase mean?"
In the secret room, Jade Qilin's eyes sparkled.
Light and shadow intertwined, Ye Jingfu's figure stood quietly there, appearing somewhat dim.
Beside him, Fu Ziwu clenched his fists tightly.
He also liked the phrase from Confucianism, but at this moment, he couldn't bring himself to say it.
...
The sky gradually darkened.
Cuiqing City.
Over ten thousand people were driven together onto a square.
From last night till now, these people hadn't had a drop of water, feeling both weak and uneasy.
Tian Shuang stood among the crowd, her face full of anxiety.
She wasn't too worried about her own fate, but more so for her son Wang Ping'an.
"I wonder if those two heroes have taken Ping'an out of the city?"
"In the future, it would be great if Ping'an could follow the two heroes and learn Martial Arts."
"No, no, better for him not to learn Martial Arts, it's best if he can live peacefully and safely all his life."
