Duke Zhongyi Mansion
Jiang Ke was in his own room, polishing the long sword in his hands.
The sword was three feet long, with a red tassel jade pendant hanging from the hilt and the blade itself emitting a forbidding cold light.
A gust of wind blew.
His jet-black hair fluttered onto the cold light of the blade, severing a few strands.
He didn't care, his gaze fell upon the Dahe Territory Map on the table.
Heading north, Qu Zhi had defected to Beiqi, potentially heralding chaos and war.
Going south, the flourishing land and water routes permitted quick exchange of information, hardly suitable for concealment.
Heading east, myriad traders by the sea mingled with the good and bad; if one ventured out to sea, it would be like the vast ocean, where fish leap at will.
Thus, east was best.
The sun rises in the east.
The purple aura comes from the east.
It also boded well.
Jiang Ke placed his sword on the eastern side of the map, with a plan already forming in his mind.
