"Qinghe Cui Family..."
Beneath Chen Xuanji's white mask patterned with a White Tiger, a faint fluorescence gleamed in his pitch-black eyes.
"Cui Mao..."
The General Star lowered his head and stood utterly still. Fine beads of sweat faintly emerged across his forehead.
Those far from the Imperial Court and removed from the Central Plains could hardly imagine the power carried by the two words "Cui Mao."
The closer one was to the Capital Prefecture, the more deeply rooted the Aristocratic Family, the more reverence they held for the Qinghe Cui Family and Cui Mao.
A family that had endured for a thousand years.
In the present Great Wei Dynasty, how many families could pound their chests and claim their Lineage could last a thousand years?
There was a saying: times changed and circumstances shifted.
Over a thousand years, dynasties rose and fell, and circumstances changed with them.
Calamities of heaven and disasters wrought by man might occur only now and then, but no matter how far one hid, one would experience some of them.
Yet the Cui Family's people came and went, and though a single misstep could bury their futures, the family had stood unfallen for a thousand years.
How difficult it was—and how glorious.
The General Star did not deny that, even as a Golden Banner Officer of the White Tiger Guard, he still had to remain on high alert when dealing with the Cui Family.
Once word leaked out, he and every member of his family would be implicated.
After a moment of silence.
The General Star steadied himself, bowed, and said, "My lord, how should Shuzhou be arranged next? Please enlighten me."
Chen Xuanji gave neither approval nor denial, merely raising his head to gaze at the horizon.
Dark clouds blanketed the sky, while a fine