The old man puffing on his dry pipe clenched his fist furiously, his expression incredibly gloomy.
"Elder Hu, I understand your point," said an old man wearing a hat, voicing his opinion. "But with the great war imminent, we can't just suddenly remove him. Qiu Hu has, after all, become familiar with the situation in the Southern Region over these past three years. Besides, even if we wanted a replacement, certain figures at court have strong objections. There's no guarantee that a new commander would be stronger than Qiu Hu."
The old man smoking the dry pipe was instantly lost in thought. If he weren't so concerned about causing upheaval in the Southern Region, he would have removed him long ago.
"That's right, your concerns are valid," another man beside him sighed softly. "In all the world, only Qin Long could tame that lion, the Heavenly Dragon Army. Unfortunately, he perished in his prime. The heavens are truly jealous of genius..."
