"Sir, you are leaving?"
Li Guanyi looked at the letters on that table.
The purple-eyed strategist smiled and said, "When I first met you, I already said it: our lineage is one of struggle. Now that the realm is pacified, there are no more enemies, no more rivals; the Golden Age of Taiping is about to arrive."
"In a world with no opponents, there is naturally no place left for us to wield our Martial arts."
"It is time to retire into seclusion. These letters are for the remaining old comrades of the Qilin Army and the Heavenly Strategy Mansion. After all, we did once share the same field of battle. But you, my Lord, you are..."
Li Guanyi said, "What if I say it is not over yet?"
Breaking Army was taken aback.
"Where are there still enemies?"
