Great Ming, Capital City.
Ding Tai Restaurant.
"Have you heard? The Song Kingdom has actually already fallen. Great Ming will soon unite the world."
"Why did I hear that it wasn't our Great Ming that destroyed the Song Kingdom, but people from Nihon? It'll still take Great Ming a long time to unite everything, won't it? Who knows what the Imperial Preceptor is busy with. If he'd acted, how could the Song Kingdom have lingered on its last breath for so long?"
"A brother from my clan works at the Ministry of War. He said they've already mobilized twenty thousand Navy troops, along with the Firearms Battalion, Divine Machine Battalion, and others, to join experts from the Sun Moon Holy Cult in attacking Nihon. Nihon will be destroyed within a month."
"The Imperial Preceptor must be busy practicing martial arts. He's an invincible expert. Who knows when he might shatter the void?"
Many people discussed the great affairs of the world as though every one of them were a high-ranking court official or a Jianghu expert.
Some even looked as though the world would have been united long ago if only people had followed their plans.
In a corner of the main hall, Yagyu Piaoxu ate with her head lowered, her veiled bamboo hat still on.
But no one would insist on lifting it. No one dared act recklessly in Great Ming's Capital City, where the Jinyiwei kept a strict watch.
She had come ashore through the Song Kingdom and traveled all the way to Great Ming's Capital City, hearing many things about Lin Lang along the way.
"So he's already become this powerful. He's about to shatter the void."
No wonder he hadn't contacted her in over a year. It seemed he had already forgotten her.
Yagyu Piaoxu stood