Tianjing Base City, main urban district.
It was already six in the evening, but since it was summer, the sky was still bright.
An old man in his sixties was pruning the trees in the garden. He had a scholarly air about him, like a teacher.
"Teacher, Councilor Jia sent you an encrypted email."
A middle-aged man hurried in.
But the old man continued with his work as though he had heard nothing.
The middle-aged man grew anxious, yet did not dare urge him on. He could only wait nearby.
His teacher had always been like this.
Half an hour later, the old man slowly put away his tools, turned on the tap, and washed the dirt from his hands.
Only then did the man step forward. "Teacher, I don't know what Councilor Jia wants. You should go take a look quickly."
The old man dried his hands with a towel and glanced at him. "If you don't change that impatient temperament of yours, you'll never understand the sword."
"If Jia Yi had something urgent, he wouldn't send me an email. These days, how could anyone be impossible to contact? Would he need to send an email?"
"If it isn't urgent, then don't be in such a hurry."
The old man lectured his disciple. "Even the momentum of breaking an army requires long preparation before release. Grasping the right moment and transforming one's realm both require taking things slowly, waiting slowly."
The middle-aged man smiled bitterly. "But that's Councilor Jia. He rarely sends you emails. What if it's something important? Wouldn't that delay things?"
He had grown up hearing Jia Yi's name. Even though he had met him quite a few times, whenever something involved him, it was still difficult to remain calm.
"What could Jia Yi possibly have going