In front of the camp tent.
Gu Hui stood with his hands behind his back, quietly examining the orderly military camp. His gaze swept over the neatly arranged barracks and the motionless sentry posts, finally resting on the soldiers training on the distant parade ground, and he nodded slightly.
Clearly quite approving of Yue Fei's actions in enforcing military discipline.
If, previously, Gu Hui could not hide his scholarly ambitions, as sharp and exposed as a drawn sword, then now Gu Hui is like the sword returned to its sheath, restrained in his brilliance, deep as still waters.
This is a calm and steadfastness that has settled after the tempering of ideals and family decisions, seemingly tranquil yet containing a boundless power.
At this moment, a sudden yet steady sound of footsteps approached.
