Li Wenli hadn't expected another uncle to stand by his side, and he couldn't help but nod to him in acknowledgment.
Old Uncle Qiu gave a shy smile and then asked,
"What is the young master's second piece of advice?"
"The second piece of advice is to stay in the Northern Lands."
"Stay in the Northern Lands?" Everyone's eyes widened again.
Li Wenli calmly nodded.
"Although the Northern Lands are barren, there won't be any wars in the short term. Even if there are wars, they would just be practice battles on the battlefield. The real power games are still in the south. If you can find a secluded valley in the Northern Lands to hide away, maybe in five or six years, a turn of events could occur."
But this time, even Old Uncle Qiu shook his head.
There was no way around it; the shadow of Mighty Hall slaughtering villages was too profound.
Thinking about the possibility of the bandits slaughtering their village one day, how could they possibly sleep peacefully?