"Old Master..."
Gu Xiao Man froze for a second before taking the thin sheet of letter paper.
The old man and the young girl looked at each other.
Gu Qilin quietly raised a finger to his lips and winked at the little girl before him, signaling for her to put the letter away.
Gu Xiao Man understood the Old Master's meaning, so she swallowed the words that had been about to leave her mouth.
"Today's battle counts as a great victory."
Gu Nanfeng said, "The low-level transcendent creatures of the Traveler Clan reproduce very quickly, but Gray Dragons are few in number. Losing even one combatant of that level is a tremendous loss!"
Deep Sea had arranged this battle partly to test the strength of the current Northern Continent garrison.
"There will be a period of peace next."
He paused, returned to the wheelchair behind Gu Qilin, and bent down. "Old Master... you should rest properly for a while and stop concerning yourself so much with the Gubao war."
His words were very tactful.
How could Gu Qilin fail to understand that Gu Nanfeng was telling him to stop involving himself in the war?
"I'm only charging into battle. I'm not interfering with your higher-ups' decisions." The Old Master coughed dully twice, clearly resentful. "Patriarch Gu... are you going to deprive me of even this last bit of freedom?"
That address, Patriarch Gu, left Gu Nanfeng quite helpless.
He replied with equal bitterness, "Look at Old Master Zhou Wei... after retiring from the frontier last year, he stayed peacefully in Nagano to rest. How worry-free is that?"
The classic opening: look at someone else.
"Zhou Wei?"
Gu Qilin did not buy it. He gave a cold chuckle and said, "That old fellow is in terribly poor shape, weak as can