Help Zhao Feng's family by bringing them a few sets of clothes and shoes?
It was a small favor, nothing that proved anything.
Still, since Gu Wangchao had put it that way, Xu Xie decided to take the cue and go see Zhao Feng, to find out what was really going on.
Whether the wine was the real deal would be clear with one question.
If it was—
As head of the Xu Family, he had spotted a golden opportunity.
If it was merely ordinary fine wine, there would still be a profit to be made. And since the lands of Tianhai and Heyin weren't all that far apart, even one round trip could earn them a fair sum. But with their lord, Wu Xian, caught up in the matter, the profit alone wasn't enough to truly tempt Xu Xie.
But—
What if this wine really benefited Martial Gall Warriors and Literary Scholars?
Even Xu Xie couldn't remain calm.
"General Zhao lives here?"
Xu Xie spotted a cluster of crude tents in the southwestern corner.
Soldiers patrolled the area around the tent camp.
There was no need to ask. These had to be Zhao Feng's personal troops.
Why had they been assigned here?
Gu Chi seemed not to catch the meaning behind Xu Xie's words. He praised Zhao Feng with admiration. "General Zhao is a superb trainer of troops and a man of iron will. We could never match him. He works tirelessly every day, leads by example, and eats, sleeps, and lives alongside the soldiers under his command. It's truly admirable."
Hearing Gu Chi praise his colleague with such heartfelt sincerity, Xu Xie's mouth twitched. For a moment, he had no reply...
It wasn't that Zhao Feng was a bad man, it was just—
That praise was so over