This was a habit Gu Zhan had developed back in Linjiang City,
Ever since his rise to fame in Linjiang City, he would encounter assassination attempts every few days. Though he had always been confident in his own martial arts, he clearly understood that open spears are easy to dodge, but hidden arrows are hard to defend against. Many people fall prey to treacherous plots from the shadows.
In a small courtyard,
Gu Zhan was flipping through the day's casualty reports as well as the subsequent memorials regarding consolation payments.
There was a knock on the door from outside.
"My lord, it's Tian Yu. I've brought your evening meal!"
Gu Zhan lifted his head slightly and spoke, "Come in."
Tian Yu pushed open the door, holding a small tea table. He walked to the desk, carefully arranging the dishes and tea, then said, "My lord, please eat first. Those matters are not so urgent."
