"But what if the Gu family can't unite peacefully?"
Gu Nanfeng said calmly, "Either we split into two halves, drifting further apart forever, or we unify by force, fighting a battle to eliminate future troubles once and for all."
"That's typical North Continent Military Department thinking."
The old man said indifferently, "Did you learn that from Rust Bone? You should understand that sometimes having a bigger fist is useless..."
Gu Nanfeng immediately responded, "Think about your nephew."
The old man indeed fell silent.
"There are always exceptions," Gu Qilin slowly said, "If your fist could be as big as his, then there's no need for this meal today. When you return to Changye from the North Continent, the new faction leaders will kneel in the snow and lick your shoes, wagging their tails like dogs to please you."
Gu Shen choked a bit halfway through eating, not expecting the old man's metaphor to be so unconventional.
"..."
