"Come in!"
"Yes!" The visitor was a personal guard, delivering fresh intelligence. After handing it to Su Ziji, he withdrew.
This broke the previous atmosphere. Su Ziji fell into thought.
Just now, it had not only been Wen Xunpeng; even Su Ziji himself had sensed something of it.
Su Ziji had never believed that qi could take the shape of a dragon. It was very simple: qi was shaped by one's position. Put simply, command a great army, and one would have the form of tigers and leopards.
Without military authority, even if one still held an official post of Second or Third Rank, one possessed only scattered qi, without form.
Officials and emperors were the same. Any founding emperor or sovereign had to become emperor before possessing a dragon; it was not the other way around.
Yet just now, it truly had appeared.
"The marvel of form and spirit—borrowing the false to cultivate the true?"
The intelligence had come in a sealed envelope. Thoughtfully, Su Ziji opened it, drew out the letter within, unfolded it, and smiled when he read it.
"So that was it."
"Take a look." Su Ziji handed the intelligence to Wen Xunpeng.
Wen Xunpeng hurriedly reined in his emotions, burying every thought from moments ago in the deepest recesses of his heart. He came over and accepted the intelligence with both hands.
At this moment, he was once more the calm strategist.
"So that was it!" Wen Xunpeng carefully read the intelligence. "Not only Wu Wei, but Chang Gu, Tian Yujia, Chen Fei, and others as well!"
"Ten people were chosen, but since ancient times, death alone has been hard to face. Not many agreed to go die!"
"Among them, Chen Fei refused. He wanted to report the case to the yamen, but encountered bandits