"But don't worry, the boys who I hit hard later also gave me money, and then I helped them sweep the Beautiful Girl Alliance, just like dad said: fair and just."
"An Ye, I think this is a good way out. I can collect money from both sides, and then help neither."
I am at ease, at ease, my soul.
Wang Anye's eyes suddenly became solemn and profound.
He sighed heavily with his hands behind his back. The task that great-grandfather entrusted to him was indeed burdensome and long.
Just as Wang Anye was sighing deeply.
In the sky above Zhuwei Lake, a Spiritual Bird Flying Chariot was hovering at low altitude.
On the flying chariot, sitting opposite each other at the ends of a table and chair carved from Spirit Wood, Wang Shouzhe was seated with an old man.
This old man's figure is tall, his demeanor elegant, dressed in white clothes with white hair as if immortal, at first glance, just like a Divine Power Lord proficient in cultivation.
