Jiang Dali sneered, his hands behind his back, "So you mean to say that as the village chief, born from humble origins and lacking significant luck, if I were to greatly expand my influence, I will soon meet a tragic end, and should seek the patronage of a royal family like that of Li Shimin to grow my power."
"Unfortunately, you probably don't know that it is better to be a fish among fish, not merely someone's underling—would I, Jiang Dali, willingly be subservient to others?"
Feixuan's eyes gleamed momentarily, then she gazed over with intention, her crimson lips parting under the veil, "Village chief..."
"Stop your pointless chatter. I did not meet with you to hear your notions of recruiting for Li Shimin, but to urge you to properly instruct my Black Wind Village warriors not to slack off. Further talk is unnecessary."
Jiang Dali sneered, flicked his sleeve, and departed, leaving Feixuan alone, her longing gaze fixed on his retreating figure.
