"This kid has courage enough to stand alone. Unfortunately... he's too deeply entangled with the court. Coming from your Iron Clothes Department, he's destined not to get far on the Martial Way."
Lu Yunshuang spoke calmly, glancing at Zhao Zheng in the distance out of the corner of her eye before her gaze settled on Yang Ling again.
Ji Kongliu, Wei Xing, and the other administrators looked displeased.
What was wrong with the Iron Clothes Department? What right did she have to look down on it?
Li Zhong smiled, unbothered.
A Fourth-Rank Grandmaster from Arhat Temple had also come this time. He nodded along with the representatives from the Extreme Flame Sword Mansion and the Divine Sect, clearly agreeing with Lu Yunshuang.
Only Xie Jinjia's eyes, hidden behind his mask, showed a faint trace of disdain.
The remark also brought meaningful smiles to the faces of some of the civil officials he had brought from the Ministry of War.
"Why does coming from the Iron Clothes Department mean he won't get far? You're still just as biased as ever. Have you got a problem with us?"
Yun Buchuan's expression darkened.
Lu Yunshuang said coolly, "Back then, your cultivation was higher than mine, and your talent was better. So why have I advanced to the Fourth Rank while you're still at the Fifth Rank? The lower fifth rank, at that."
A killing blow! Zhao Xun rubbed his nose, not daring to look at Yun Buchuan's expression. Knowing the man as he did, Yun Buchuan's face was bound to look awful.
Yun Buchuan laughed in anger and stopped engaging with him, merely looking toward Yang Ling with concern.
"Even if this boy is exceptionally talented, I won't allow my daughter to marry an Iron Clothes officer."
Lu Yunshuang seemed to be murmuring