What had disturbed Kuang Wenyuan's already less-than-peaceful cultivation was this very matter. Kuang Wenyuan had been about to fly into a rage, but after a moment's thought, he calmed down. He couldn't blame Zhang Beiyue; hadn't he himself been unsettled over Xu Yi's journey north?
"Speak. What news came in, exactly? Could it be that Xu Yi angered Xu Jinge of the Purple Gold Royal Guard and lost his life?" Kuang Wenyuan demanded in a low voice. That was the outcome he most hoped to see. Xu Jinge, commander of the Purple Gold Royal Guard, had always been hot-tempered.
Because his father had died at the Immortal Execution Platform of the Southern Heavenly Court, Xu Jinge was deeply hostile toward the Southern Heavenly Court. Whenever envoys from the Seventh Legion went to the Purple Gold Heavenly King's Mansion to negotiate, Xu Jinge would give them a furious dressing-down. Now, the Purple Gold Royal Guard was riding high and openly confronting the Ninth Guard. Xu Yi had gone over to put out the flames, but he could only have added fuel to the fire.
Zhang Beiyue looked thoroughly glum. He stamped his foot and said, "Lord Chief Censor, tell me, isn't this bizarre? The Ninth Guard actually—actually fucking withdrew! I can't understand it, I really can't!" Kuang Wenyuan sprang up from his cushion. "How is that possible? How could this happen?"
The two sides had faced off across the mountains for a long time. The Purple Gold Heavenly King's Mansion had issued increasingly forceful announcements, and Xu Jinge had repeatedly warned the Ninth Guard not to cross the line north of the mountains, or he would launch an all-out attack at any time. By all accounts, after things had escalated this far, a battle was inevitable. How could they have withdrawn?