Several years later, the Netherworld, Chang Capital!
In one of Great Yi's council halls.
Zhong Shan sat at the head table, holding a teacup as he calmly savored the fragrant tea.
Below, on one side sat Wang Jingwen, Yi Yan, Mud Bodhisattva, and other important officials of Great Yi.
On the other side sat a man in white.
The man had exceptionally refined features. Every gesture he made carried an air of nobility. Five or six servants stood behind him. Though he was a guest, he remained utterly composed, unruffled by changing circumstances.
"Sacred King Zhong, three months ago, I already arranged for the handover of the Eastern Territory. With Great Yi's capabilities, three months should have been enough to complete the handover smoothly, shouldn't it?" The man in white smiled at Zhong Shan.
"Mr. Gu, I've left the matter of this territory to Wang Jingwen. I don't know the details yet." Zhong Shan set down his teacup and smiled faintly.
At the same time, Zhong Shan fixed his gaze on the man in white, Mr. Gu, wanting to see his reaction.
Mr. Gu was in no hurry. Instead, he turned to Wang Jingwen.
"Mr. Wang, what do you think?" Mr. Gu asked with a smile.
"The Eastern Territory is, after all, an entire territory with vast lands. Three months? How could that possibly be enough?" Wang Jingwen shook his head, playing along with Zhong Shan.
How could that possibly be enough? This was clearly an excuse—a blatant attempt to shirk responsibility. It felt even more like brazenly shirking.
"Then there's no hurry. Since that's the case, I happen to feel that my visit to Great Yi was too rushed as well. I was unable to admire many of Great Yi's beautiful sights. I may as well take this opportunity