Capital.
The Guan Residence.
Terrible news arrived.
The pillar of the nation had fallen.
The entire Capital fell silent at Old Guan's passing.
Former comrades and longtime rivals alike wore expressions of grief, without exception.
Yang, Ding, and Bai sat wordlessly before the Old Man's memorial portrait.
Tian Bo, Old Ma, and others also personally led their clansmen there to pay their respects.
However fiercely they had fought before, Old Guan's contributions to the Dragon Kingdom were undeniable.
A great man who had devoted his entire life to the Dragon Kingdom.
What followed was turmoil for the Dragon Kingdom.
The edifice was about to collapse.
The Coalition Forces pressed at the borders.
Fighting had already begun in Chun Prefecture and Dian Prefecture.
A major battle in Yue Prefecture was imminent.
Yang Huaimin silently stared at the hall full of guests, his thoughts unknown.
"Minister Yang."
A clear voice interrupted the three men's thoughts.
It was Tian Bo.
Compared with the others, Tian Bo showed no excessive grief on his face.
Instead, he was frighteningly calm.
"Minister Tian."
Yang Huaimin slowly rose.
"May we speak in private?"
Tian Bo made an inviting gesture, and the two walked out of the Memorial Hall.
They reached an open courtyard, where he took out a cigarette and offered it to Yang Huaimin.
"Go ahead."
"Minister Yang, do you really believe the Old Man is gone?"
Tian Bo went straight to the point. "There's something strange about this."
In fact, Tian Bo was not the only one who doubted it. Yang, Ding, and Bai did too.
They had fought for half their lives. It would make no sense if they did not even understand their own opponent.
Given the Old Man's standing, saying he had been poisoned to death was a slap in the face