"So, you have everything under control?"
Old Liang couldn't help worrying. He asked one more question.
As Qin Shi's foremost mentor, he naturally knew what was really going on.
The Inspection Department's Xingjian Operation hadn't been launched by chance.
"I touched base with Little Chen and talked it over with him. We'll stir things up first and muddy the waters. Once the waves get going, we can think about going after the big fish."
The white-haired elder's "Little Chen" was Chen Ruofu, head of the Taian Inspection Department.
Given his age and seniority, there was nothing wrong with calling him "Little Chen."
"Young masters from Imperial Capital and Haizhou need to learn that a powerful outsider can't easily overcome a local force. They won't remember the lesson unless they take a few hard knocks.
They're used to throwing their weight around on their own turf. They think that if you're not one of the Nine Surnames, you're just some lowly nobody."
The white-haired elder sneered. He lowered his gaze to his withered palm and rubbed it gently twice, as if feeling sticky blood.
So what if they were descendants of the Nine Surnames, or the heirs of a marshal?
He'd killed plenty of them!
"Are the Ying family's younger generation really so witless? I remember Marshal Ying was known as the 'Wise Marshal,' with a reputation for seeing everything coming and calculating the secrets of heaven..."
Old Liang sounded uncertain. He'd spent much of his youth in the military and had always revered the Nine Great Marshals as if they were gods.
"The Nine Marshals were all towering heroes, peerless in their age. But years have passed. Even hard stone wears down to dust, let alone the human heart. Hoping the next generation will be outstanding, kind, courteous, temperate, and