Seeds Planted, Departure from the Capital City

"Guihai Yidao, I admire you greatly. Join me," said the man in white, who was none other than Zhu Youji.

"I can offer you whatever you desire, be it martial prowess or women," he continued.

"What Zhu Wushi can provide you, I can provide as well. What he cannot, I can," Zhu Youji asserted confidently.

Upon hearing Zhu Youji's words, Guihai Yidao smirked coldly, his eyes filled with mockery. "Do you think I lack martial prowess? Or women?"

"Indeed," Zhu Youji conceded. "As a disciple of the Ironclad Marquis and a prominent spy within the court, the sole successor of Badao, you are indeed not lacking in martial prowess."

Zhu Youji nodded slightly, his interest piqued as he continued, "But I know that you harbor resentment and seek vengeance for your father's death."

"Hmm, so what if I do?" Guihai Yidao retorted. "Were you the one who tricked me into killing my father's sworn brother?"

"Why should I trust you..." he trailed off, his tone skeptical.