Nanchu King sat quietly, observing the two men in deep discussion over the topographical map of Nanchu.
It seems that they had no intentions of inviting him to contribute to the discussion, a reality that made him doubt himself. Could it be the way he came across was so incompetent that throughout the journey, neither of them had ever bothered to seek his opinion, or even ask his ideas? Not to mention, they hadn't asked what trump card he, as their king, might be holding.
He patiently waited for them for half an hour. After much deliberation, the duo's faces perplexed, he finally found some satisfaction.
Young people, taught a lesson for not respecting their elder who has tasted twenty more years of life's bitterness.
Specifically, he who has consumed twenty more years of salt, was now the king of this nation.
"Ah," Zhou Gu sighed, "I feel like we're at a dead end."