Li Qidao took a sip of wine, his face inevitably betraying a hint of mockery.
Once a great overseer of royal craftsmanship, witnessing several empresses over centuries, there existed a top-tier adornment, a Seven Phoenixes Hairpin, a treasure worthy of admiration that an imperial prince once exchanged for three cities and seventeen towns 300 years ago. Today, it seemed destined to change hands once more.
The majesty of the Imperial Family, the profound history of the former dynasties, countless favoritisms, and palace intrigues counted for little in the eyes of the Jianghu warriors.
Such arrogance was unique to the youth.
He squinted his eyes, his mind wandering in circles, as he thought back to his own youth.
He told Wang Anfeng stories, about the Imperial Court, the Border Pass, about the Jianghu.
