"I am also from Lujiang. My surname is Zhou and my given name is Yu, with the courtesy name Gongjin. The person beside me is the one with a truly impressive background—the son of Sun Jian, the Prefect of Jiangdong. His name is Sun Ce, courtesy name Bofu. Surely this old gentleman has heard of him?"
The handsome young lord introduced him with a broad smile. He had deliberately announced Sun Ce's full name and titles so Jiang Siming would hear them.
The meaning was clear: after hearing that, Jiang Siming should realize the situation was beyond him and leave on his own.
But to his surprise, Jiang Siming not only failed to leave, he exchanged a smile with a frail-looking scholar beside him.
That smile made him extremely uncomfortable, as if they were looking down on him.
"Master, Sun Ce is Sun Jian's eldest son, the eldest son of the Sun family of Jiangdong. If our army wishes to seize Jiangdong one day, Sun Ce will certainly be our greatest obstacle. Why not let me return now, gather the troops, and capture Sun Ce?" Guo Jia whispered to Jiang Siming.
Jiang Siming smiled and shook his head, saying domineeringly, "A mere little Bofu—what use would capturing him be? If I want to take Jiangdong, even a hundred thousand Sun Bofus and a hundred thousand Zhou Yus together won't be able to stop me."
Hearing this, Guo Jia could only give up. At the same time, he felt somewhat worried about his master's soaring arrogance. After all, he had no idea whether Jiang Siming was a cultivator or a time traveler.
He merely felt that his master might be underestimating the enemy. But since these were his master's words, Guo Jia had only offered a suggestion; without hesitation, he handed