"If the matter is handled well, even if you wish to build a grand temple in Yanjing, I can help you achieve it."
Upon hearing this, Monk Kongyuan opened his mouth in surprise. It wasn't feigned, because in that instant, many things became clear to him.
"The wild people are not truly... of concern to the lord..."
"Heh heh."
Zheng Fan leaned back slightly,
with his knee propped up,
he extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand,
and said:
"The Snow Sea is vast, and indeed there are many wild people, but these are not worth my attention. Looking back eight hundred years, you should know what is the real peril to the heart of Yan!"
The barbarians!
"Let's be straightforward, if within three years you can bring results in the Snow Sea, it wouldn't be a dream for you to enter the halls of Yanjing and be appointed as the national master.
Our Yan Emperor is most generous in this regard."
