"Have you all heard? Di Yun, the former Sect Master of the True Martial Sect, disregarded the ban forbidding sect Grandmasters from entering the Prefecture City. Four days ago, he suddenly arrived at the Commandery Governor's Mansion, fought the mansion's three Grandmasters without being defeated, and ultimately left unharmed."
"Has Di Yun gone mad? Openly opposing the authorities won't lead to a good end."
"Who knows? But for a figure like Di Yun, someone nearly at the peak of the Innate Grandmaster level, to be unable to hold back from acting, the Commandery Governor's Mansion must have done something he simply could not endure. It even made him relinquish his position as Sect Master of the True Martial Sect."
"It was most likely because of the Martial Restriction Decree. It feels like the world is about to fall into turmoil again. I just hope the Barbarian Tribe and the Dagan Dynasty can keep quiet and not take the chance to wage war against us. Otherwise, it really will be a case of troubles within and foes without."
"It's hard to say about the Barbarian Tribe. I heard they're short on food this year, so they may really come fighting. But the Dagan Dynasty probably won't. They just ended a three-year war with the Great Yu Dynasty and are recuperating. They shouldn't launch a war against us."
"No one can predict something like this. It isn't just the Barbarian Tribe and Great Gan—our own dynasty isn't a solid slab of iron either. With the Martial Restriction Decree on top of that, unrest is inevitable. All one can say is that troubled times are definitely ahead!"
"..."
Listening to their conversation, Chen Mo sighed softly. It was just as he had previously guessed: the words Di Yun had spoken when activating the