"That is the way of it. What rises too fast perishes too fast. I was the same in my youth—never knowing restraint, and nearly bringing a fatal calamity upon myself."
Cao Zheng said.
"Still, this Daoist is a talent. If he does not die in the future, we can try to bring him under our command. What young man is not arrogant, believing he can carve out a world of his own? But once he grows up, he will learn how high the heavens are and how deep the earth is, and in the end, lower his head."
"Compared with him, the greatest threat is not the Yellow Heaven Army, but Wu Qi of the Southern Wasteland. Though he has lost a nephew, he is now searching among his clan for an heir. Those candidates are not much good either, but the Tiger Leopard Cavalry is truly fierce and valiant. Three thousand breaking fifty thousand—even with the advantages of timing, terrain, and popular support, it is still terrifying. Until this danger is removed, I cannot sleep soundly."
"However, if these troops could be mine, that would truly be like adding wings to a tiger."
As Cao Zheng spoke, a few traces of emotion could not help surfacing.
Put simply, he wanted them.
"In fact, it is not as though there is no way for my lord to obtain the Tiger Leopard Cavalry."
Upon hearing this, Situ Yuan suddenly said.
But before lord and minister could discuss the matter in detail, a guard suddenly came to report. The two immediately fell silent.
After roughly the time it took to drink half a cup of tea, Xuanzhenzi and the other two received Cao Zheng's warm reception.
Indeed, it was not that he did not understand the principle that Daoists could not be