It seemed Xie Yunliu had really come just to visit family this time.
"Brother-in-law Gongsun..."
After a few more cups, Xie Yunliu slung an arm around Zheng Xiu's shoulder, talking about matters of the Jianghu.
No, that wasn't right. In fact, the so-called "Jianghu" had long since vanished from Daqian. According to Xie Yunliu, the Director of the Secret Factory, Fan Yao, hadn't died in front of Nie Gong's Treasure Vault. He had survived. He was now on a rampage, slaughtering the Jianghu Knights and forcing them to pledge allegiance to the Court.
Many Jianghu Knights, intimidated by the Secret Factory's power, joined its ranks and became "lapdogs" for the Court.
As for those unwilling to join the Court, they laid down their arms and retreated from the world, living out their days as farmers, weavers, fishermen, and herders, each finding their own peace at the far corners of the earth.
Whenever he spoke of the old days, Xie Yunliu's voice was filled with melancholy.
