Xu Yi felt a little heavyhearted. It was obvious that with just one glance and a single sentence, he had already realized that Director Feng was the person backing Young Master Feng.
He had long assumed that the figure behind Young Master Feng held a position of considerable standing, but he hadn't expected him to be on the verge of entering the official ranks.
Though he had been in this world only a short time, he studied the classics whenever he had a chance. He had gained at least a basic understanding of this world's power structure.
The power figures of the entire Northern Sacred Court were divided into five revolutions and fifteen ranks. This distinction was most apparent in their official robes.
Each revolution had three ranks, and the robes came in five colors: gold, purple, black, white, and blue. Embroidered on the front were the Morning Star, Bright Moon, Blazing Sun, Heaven and Earth, and the Profound Yellow.
If Feng Ting Shu entered the official ranks and earned a star, he would be able to wear a blue robe with a single Morning Star. That would mean he had obtained a title of nobility and entered the upper echelons of power in Huaixi Prefecture.
In a fair fight, Xu Yi wasn't afraid of Feng Ting Shu. But if Feng Ting Shu brought power to bear and struck from behind with hidden blades and cold arrows, killing without a trace, Xu Yi would have no way to guard against him.
"When the boat reaches the bridge, the crossing will be straight. I'll wait and see. Worst comes to worst, I'll toss this mess aside and leave Huaixi Prefecture. If this place won't have me, there's always somewhere that will!"
Once he steeled himself, his thoughts cleared.
Xu Yi roughly