Yanjing, in a quaint little courtyard.
An elderly man with white hair and beard sat drinking tea with a middle-aged man in the courtyard.
After the middle-aged man relayed some information to the elder, a trace of surprise flashed across the elder's face.
"So many people actually want to make a move against them?" The surprise on the elder's face quickly vanished. "Their counterattack is so fierce, all taking heavy shots?"
"More than four people are dead, and some have been captured by them!" The middle-aged man's expression remained unchanged as he spoke. "It seems, they've brought enough experts and strengthened their defense. Moreover, they might be trying to take this opportunity to escalate the situation."
After pondering for a while, the elder forcefully waved his hand. "Then do nothing at all. They're waiting for us to fall into the trap!"
"Father," the middle-aged man hesitated for a moment before whispering. "Is it possible to act under another family's banner?"
