Zhao Changhe tiredly drove Wuzhui to a small island, resting against the rocks as he ingested medicine.
The golden light in the sky had not yet dispersed, and Zhao Changhe raised his eyes to look at it, his expression somewhat strange.
This time's Chaotic World Book was ridiculously biased.
He had been injured in both battles, especially the last one—so severely that he could barely move; it was all just a bluff to scare off Feng Yin. Considering the current state of both sides, it couldn't even be called a "victory." If the other party turned back, he would have had to rely on the Dragon Sparrow Star River's own performance to save his master. Yet, the Chaotic World Book didn't reflect any of this and instead crafted an image of him as an imposing figure, banishing gods and chasing demons, even goddamnly "not inferior to Emperor Xia," purely awkward boasting.
