In this new life, every day was a bonus, so naturally, he should live freely. One could strive for goals, enjoying the sense of security and achievement in the process, but there was truly no need to excessively compromise oneself. Often, it wasn't that Zheng Fan, the Blind Man, or the other Demon Kings were keen on rebelling; rather, their true nature was unwilling to yield or conform.
Zheng Fan was somewhat puzzled. Had he been kneeling for too long?
As Zheng Fan slightly raised his head and looked up, Tian Wujing spoke, "You've worked hard."
"To die for the Lord! To die for Yan!"
General Zheng had always been a man who pursued details and a refined lifestyle, evident even in the carvings on his cigarette case. At this moment, the order of allegiance in his oath—to his Lord first, then to Yan—also mattered. Ever since adopting the young lord as his godson and taking in that child, his small enterprise was now completely bound to Lord Jingnan.
