While Ning Ge was fiddling with breaking into Master Wei's study, far away in an office in Yanjing, two men were also secretly discussing matters they didn't want others to know about.
"Elder, there's trouble. Zhao Wei has come under scrutiny," a man in his fifties addressed the man in his sixties before him.
The older man dismissed the concern with a wave of his hand, "What's the panic for?"
Seeing the elder's composed demeanor, the man in his fifties' racing heart steadied as he asked, "Elder, what should we do?"
"What should we do? You come to me for such a trivial matter? Can't you handle such a small fry? I even pulled strings to promote you," the elder glared at him.
The man in his fifties felt his ears heat up and pursed his lips.
"Such a small fry, what does it have to do with us? We have no direct association, don't you understand escalation? Getting so flustered over such a minor issue, what big things can you accomplish?" the elder voiced sternly.
