At Xuan Du Temple, beneath a peach tree, Yao Qing met the White Emperor City City Lord, dressed in a green Daoist robe.
The delicate young man wearing a tiger-head hat had a cold expression. After greeting Yao Qing, he took his leave. Fatty Yan immediately followed him. After hesitating again and again, he still felt he could never figure out the answer to that question on his own. Better to directly seek the advice of Teacher Bai, who was now also a Sword Cultivator.
Zheng Juzhong went straight to the point and asked, "May I ask Elegant Appearance, in these troubled times, among the Fourteen Provinces of Azure Sky World, are there many strong states, or few?"
Yao Qing remained silent. Of course he understood Zheng Juzhong's hidden meaning. In an age of great contention, if there were many strong states, those who moved later could dominate; if strong states were few, those who moved first could become kings. So what did Yao Qing of Bingzhou, and the Qingshen Dynasty that had been sharpening weapons and feeding horses for many years, intend to do?
Zheng Juzhong said, "Elegant Appearance need not hurry. You may think it over slowly. But before White Jade Capital discovers my trail, you must give me a clear answer."
Yao Qing asked, "And if my answer does not suit Mr. Zheng's wishes?"
Zheng Juzhong said, "Once you give your answer, you will naturally know mine."
Yao Qing sneered. "Is this how Mr. Zheng recruits potential allies?"
Zheng Juzhong said nothing. He shifted his steps and walked through the peach grove, Yao Qing walking shoulder to shoulder with him.
Yao Qing looked back at the road.
He had long been praised as the Elegant Appearance of the Qingshen Dynasty, yet it was hard to imagine that