His roots were in Xiaocheng.
And yet, he'd abandoned his Private School without a second thought...
What kind of danger would make someone give up the foundations he'd spent years building, then flee to another land with his wife, children, and wealth?
Seeing Chu Yao's expression, the host guessed he hadn't heard the news yet. Judging by his direction, he was probably still heading for Xiaocheng, so the host kindly advised him, "Are you on your way to Xiaocheng?"
Chu Yao didn't answer directly.
Instead, he probed, "Is it impossible to go there?"
"You can't go! You can't!" the host said.
"Why not?"
The host didn't hide anything. His face twisted with bitter hatred as he said, "It's all because of that damned Geng Country!"
At this, Chu Yao seemed even more confused. "Geng Country? But Sibao Prefecture has been in Geng Country's hands for a long time..."
Why would they attack their own territory?
"Geng Country's in the middle of a civil war," the host said.
Those few words instantly unraveled the tangled threads in Chu Yao's mind. He clasped his hands toward the host. "Please, sir, enlighten me."
The host was secretly delighted. His greatest regret in life was that, despite his considerable talent, no one had ever appreciated him. Even Heaven had treated him unfairly, denying him the Literary Scholar talent to match his abilities and leaving him an ordinary man. Now Chu Yao, a Literary Scholar, was asking him for advice—a tacit acknowledgment of his worth.
He didn't let his pride show. Instead, he returned the salute.
"Please, there's no need for that. You and I hit it off at first sight. There's no need to speak of 'enlightening' anyone." The host shook off the gloom of being forced to flee, laughing as he took Chu