The empty drill ground was silent, only echoes lingered in the air.
Was Lu Bozou's reasoning absurd?
Of course, it was absurd.
For the Zhenxi garrison soldiers to claim they could see traces of the Qilin Wolf—what kind of new Tatar Chao joke is this?
But the issue was that the joke itself didn't matter; what mattered was Lu Bozou using it to launch his accusations.
When a force expands to a certain extent, it inevitably possesses its own moral justification—unseen, intangible, but undeniably existent.
Living within it, one might privately disdain it, but never dare to show even a shred of disrespect publicly.
If the Yan Dynasty's moral basis was the Imperial Family's supremacy, and the Prime Minister's Mansion's basis was opposition to the sects, then Zhenxi Prefecture's foundation was the annihilation of Tatar Chao rebels.
This was the very essence of Zhenxi Prefecture's existence, built upon the countless bones of the Zhenxi Army soldiers and their searing hatred.
