Peace Order

Yu Yanming had a decent personal relationship with Mr. Po Jun’s teacher, Zhou Wangji, but when it came to the feuds and vendettas between their factions, things were not so simple. Moreover, good relations remained good relations, but for Zhou Wangji, it’s a pleasure to turn against a good brother.

Now seeing his proud disciple, the young strategist who had washed away eight hundred years of humiliation for the Breaking Army faction stand there motionlessly, he deliberately raised his voice, loudly saying, "Hahaha, Po Jun, why are you standing here like a post?"

"Hurry up and pay your respects to your Uncle Yu. Even though you won, you shouldn’t lose decorum just because of the victory, come quickly."

Zhou Wangji emphasized the words [won], enunciating them heavily.

Yu Yanming’s expression darkened even further.

Had it not been for the style of Stargazing Yao Guang Lineage, he would’ve kicked this old friend’s face.

This old man, how could he laugh so slyly, really deserves a beating.

His wife, An Ruoxue, was rather composed and gentle. Although it was a rivalry between two lineages, they both belonged to the Stargazing of the Three Sects of the World, so she treated it as playful banter. As for that white-haired young girl, she seemed indifferent to the matter.

She merely wore the Stargazing Mage robe from the Stargazing Lineage, with her hood down.

Waving as she entered behind her teacher and mentor.

An Ruoxue treated Yaoguang like her child, understanding her emotions, she reached out and tapped the girl’s nose, lowly chuckling and biting her tongue, "You, the whole Breaking Army Lineage has come to visit, your teacher is so angry his liver hurts, yet you seem happy and slightly proud, don’t you?"

The silver-haired girl’s face exhibited no fluctuation in expression.

She simply watched the purple-eyed strategist’s back from afar.

Stare—

Then her gaze met the clear-headed young Ranger dressed in blue attire on the other side, her voice serene, saying to her mentor, "I remembered something interesting."

Embracing the opportunity, Zhou Wangji began laughing as he moved forward.

He patted his disciple’s shoulder, "Come, good child, your Uncle, Grand Master, all are here. Quickly tell us, how did you achieve victory!"

"How did you defeat the contemporary young lady Yao Guang, and how did you showcase the majesty of the Breaking Army, successfully assisting Emperor Qin in establishing a unified empire encompassing the Four Seas, and thus ending eight hundred years of conflict, establishing the Breaking Army Lineage as the foremost strategist and think tank of the world?!"

The Ranger’s smile stretched tensely.

Mr. Po Jun’s lips twitched; for the first time, he had an impulse to stuff the mouths of these senior mentors with a rag. He looked at the Ranger on the side and stared silently at the sky, feeling slightly exasperated and helpless.

Oh no, now?

Should we reschedule?!

Zhou Wangji noted the young Ranger before him, asking broadly: "This little gentleman is... a guest? Or is it that old Yu knows he has lost, and is already choosing the next generation of Yao Guang successors?"

With a hint of jest in his tone, Yu Yanming retorted: "Old guy, this is my disciple’s friend from the Martial World. You have become more unrestrained; I wonder how much horse piss you drank today to end up like this."

Zhou Wangji laughed heartily.

However, Mr. Po Jun sighed.

With his wisdom, he clearly saw that today he had yet again decisively lost to that White Hair, almost completely. Mr. Po Jun’s eyes would soon turn gray, yet he quickly made up his mind.

Yu Yanming pointed at the young Ranger, saying: "This is one of the Taoist Sacrificial Officers, a high disciple of the Academy, a Ranger from the Martial World, with the secular surname Li, whose Taoist name is Pharmacist. You mustn’t speak recklessly anymore."

As his words fell, Zhou Wangji, who was about to extend his hand to pat this Ranger’s shoulder to get friendly, froze in his smile instantly, with his hand remaining extended in mid-air.

Zhou Wangji’s brain took about five breaths to comprehend the previous statement.

Then slowly turning around.

He could almost feel the stiffness in his neck, hearing the creaking sound of his joints moving, his old eyes blankly staring at Yu Yanming: "...What???"

A group of old Breaking Army collectively stunned.

The cheerful laughter from before seemed choked at the throat.

Yaoguang, economical with words, unfamiliar to Yu Yanming seemed to be normal.

But the Breaking Army Lineage, how could they not know what the words [Pharmacist Li] represented, Zhou Wangji’s extended hand hardened as they all gazed at the confident young knight holding the letter.

Mr. Po Jun stepped forward, the sound of his robe sleeve flipping resembling swift clouds.

He cupped his hands, saying the purple-eyed strategist would always remain loyal to the monarch:

"Minister Breaking Army pays tribute to Your Majesty."

"Our Emperor—"

"Long live."

The voice spread slowly, the atmosphere here instantaneously weighed down.

Zhou Wangji’s hand trembled slightly, recoiling as if electrified, for the first time, the controlled expression on Yu Yanming’s face vanished, An Ruoxue’s gentleness froze on her face.

Only the silver-haired girl quietly watched Emperor Qin from afar.

Li Guanyi turned slightly, looking at the purple-eyed strategist before him, suddenly smiled gently, saying: "I was just saying, why did the gentleman take so long to arrive, Breaking Army is my arm and bone minister, the chief strategist, without your presence, my wedding does lose its luster."

The purple-eyed strategist paused, watched the young Ranger across wink at him.

It seemed just like when they were young.

Back then, Mr. Po Jun at twenty-seven encountered the thirteen-year-old Imperial Guard in Jiangzhou City. Emperor Qin strolled over, placing his hand on Zhou Wangji’s arm, slightly bowing in greeting, saying: "I must thank all of you."