Outside the Taiji Hall.
As the morning court session came to an end.
A crowd of civil and military officials left in groups of three or two.
Compared to the subtle discussions among the civil officials, the military officers were much more boisterous.
Xiang Yuan strode ahead, arm in arm with a burly general.
"Come, come, come, let's go back to the mansion and have a good drink! Brother Jiang is heading north, he will surely return victorious, let's drink to celebrate him first!"
The burly general grinned: "The Martial King is right! Yesterday, King Luoshui alone resolved the crisis at Five Mountains Prefecture; today he heads north to resist the barbarians, his valor is something I completely admire! That old Zhuanlun King, relying on the lingering prestige of that Honorable God from the Great Snow Mountain, really thinks he's somebody? Facing King Luoshui, let's see how long his arrogance lasts!"
