After silencing them, the two went their separate ways.
Wang Shaojun had indeed kept his word.
Before long, rumors of a military arms smuggling case gradually began spreading through the teahouses and taverns of Xuanjing City.
Zhou Shun was implicated and was repeatedly questioned by the Chijing Army.
Had his strength not been sufficient, and had those above not been reluctant to move against him lightly, anyone else would have been dealt with long ago.
Even so, he found himself shackled at every turn, with nothing going smoothly. He no longer dared make any major moves.
On Wei He's side, he waited for the matter to ferment while steadily cultivating his martial arts and studying pharmacology.
Ever since he had refused Wan Ling's marriage proposal, everything had returned to how it was before.
The various branches of the Heavenly Seal Sect gradually became independent forces. What had once been one enormous sect had now split into twelve factions.
Its influence was also far inferior to what it had once been.
Among the Nine Sons of Heavenly Seal, there were still those hoping Shangguan Ji would step forward and take charge of the overall situation, but unfortunately, he remained unmoved.
In the blink of an eye, another month passed.
At the secluded residence.
"What? You want to write a book?!" Wei He froze, staring at the weary-faced Jiu Ying in the room in astonishment.
"What? I can't write a book? Can everything I've learned possibly be summed up by pharmacology alone?" Jiu Ying sneered.
"That's not it. The main thing is, after you write it, who's going to read this book?" Wei He countered.
"You needn't worry about that. There are far too many people in this world who wish to study pharmacology." Jiu Ying waved a hand. "I simply don't