Only this title, the privilege to establish my own office, and so on, are meaningless.
If I had troops, talents, and territory under my control, and this justification,
things would be different.
As Li Guanyi thought about what he would have to do next, he realized that the Imperial Path did not seem very long; however, just as he reached this point, a sudden rebuke rang out, "Scum who brings chaos to the world! A traitorous rebel!"
It seemed as though something struck Li Guanyi's back with a loud crack. He stopped in his tracks, the atmosphere around him freezing, and even the students peering from outside the Imperial Gate involuntarily held their breath.
The one who struck Li Guanyi with the dragon-head staff was an old man with white hair and beard.
