"You promised the big fish to me, and you can have the rest," Tang Xiaotang puffed up her cheeks. "I haven't even opened for business here in Jiangzhou yet!"
Lei Jun waved his hand, catching Lin Che's corpse, while pressing his other hand to his brow. "There's also someone shackled over in Jiangzhou."
"That one seems a bit dull..." Though Tang Xiaotang said this, she turned and left.
...
On the Grand River, still some distance from Jiangzhou, a middle-aged scholar accompanied by several people, all with solemn and composed expressions, headed towards Jiangzhou at a steady pace.
"Sixth Uncle, are we heading to Jiangzhou a bit too early?" a young Confucian Scholar asked the middle-aged man beside him.
The middle-aged scholar was none other than Elder Fangdu of the Jingxiang Fang Clan.
He walked with his hands clasped behind his back. "The timing is about right. To avoid unnecessary delays and complications, we should not procrastinate."
