"Your Highness, you're playing a dangerous game. You should be careful—don't let it get out of hand.
"If you lose control, the consequences will be unimaginable." Xiao Yueli understood now as well, and worry showed on his face.
After all, he had personally experienced the power wielded by those three nephews while serving as regent. Even he could only avoid their edge.
Gu Hui nodded. "Time flies. More than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.
"Isn't Ye Dingzhi's son returning to Beyond Heavens?
"This time, quite a few old friends from Beyond Heavens should show themselves.
"Yueli, make a trip through the martial world for me. Tell them that after all these years, I miss Ye Dingzhi a little and wish to arrange a meeting.
"I can also see what his attitude is. Beyond Heavens entering the imperial struggle for power brings too many uncertainties.
"After all, they are the surviving people of Northern Que. Many of them surely do not want to miss this opportunity."
"Yes!"
Gu Hui had his own arrangements, and his sons who had the strength to contend for the throne had not been idle either.
The wind by the Yi River carried a damp chill, stirring fine ripples across the lake.
The youngest Wushuang City Lord in history was whistling idly, while his recently retired master, Song Yan Hui, sat beside him.
The master and disciple had sat silently by the lake for half a day, neither willing to speak first.
"Master," Wushuang finally could not hold it in any longer, "if you have something to lecture me about, just say it. What's the point of dragging this out?"
Song Yan Hui stared toward the center of the lake and sighed, then picked up a pebble and flicked it casually.