The middle-aged general was Li Tianquan’s trusted aide. He wasn’t very happy after hearing Li Qingyun’s unduly frank words, but he couldn’t act out, either. He said with a disdainful snort, “What twin stars of the empire? How can a child’s game like the bloody battle be taken seriously?”

Li Qingyun smiled. “He won’t be a kid after a couple of years. You can say what you want here, but who dares say that in front of Zhao Jundu?”

The middle-aged man was livid—he, of course, did not dare speak to Zhao Jundu in this manner. Not to mention the latter’s background and future potential, he was currently capable of using his domain to contend with a marquis five levels above him. How many people would dare challenge him?

Seeing that the battle was already about to begin, Li Qingyun asked, “Is Second Elder not coming? I think this battle is worth watching.”

The general said disapprovingly, “What’s interesting about a fight between these inferior fellows? It’s enough with me here. There’s no need for the second elder to come personally.”

Li Qingyun sized him up from head to toe and chuckled. His expression was fairly amicable, but the middle-aged general quickly became...