The ship was sailing smoothly, the oil lamp on the table was glowing. Gu Yun retracted his hostility, sitting at the table with his long hair scattered down. There was a faint wrinkle between his brows; it seemed as if he had taken all the seriousness he usually stepped on with the sole of his feet, and placed it all on his face for once.

The two made no sound, they communicated with each other only using quick gestures, but even so, they seemed not to be hindered by it.

Liao Ran: "Ziliujin is burning too strong, this flame is invincible, no one can stop it. Has Marshal ever thought about a way to retreat?"

Then, he did not wait for the answer, and continued to speak: "People all said that the Marquis of Order is a martial man - who only ever knew how to fight, only a weapon in the hands of the Emperor. But I don't see it that way. Otherwise, why is Marshal still not married? Was it only because of my brother's curse?"

Gu Yun seemed to smile, then put away his glass, and covered his eyes with the blindfold, indicating that he did not want to communicate with Liao Ran anymore.

After all of it was done, he signed: "Gu family has nowhere to turn back to. If such a day truly arrives, this Gu will have to use himself to become the fuel to sacrifice for the homeland of his ancestors."

"Ah — right, next time you meet the doctor who healed my eyes, say hello to him on my behalf."

From the beginning, when the first bowl of Ziliujin was dug out of the ground, it was destined that this world could never be peaceful again.

One day, the diligent farmers would eventually lose to the puppets that ran tirelessly on the fields. Even top-class fighters wouldn't be able to resist the Heavy Armor that could annihilate an army with one sweep. Everyone would face unprecedented turmoil. To regain their position, they would turn out to be extremely wealthy or extremely poor.

And the defeated in this fighting ring would have no way of turning things around again. From grand nations to every kind of civilian, everything and everyone were the same when it came to this matter.

When everyone began to realize this, the inevitable chaos would come, the only question left was if it would be sooner or later. This was the flow of the times - invincible heroes or prestigious rulers, no one could stop it.

After Gu Yun finished the last sentence, he reverted back to his usual calm demeanor. He no longer paid attention to the monk. He walked out of the cabin with his hands behind his back, intending to take a look at what was really happening outside that could cause the monk to run to his room to pledge his loyalty.