At this moment, Zhao Changhe was similarly engaged in battle.
No matter the chaos in the Capital or along the banks of the Yellow River, no matter how much bloodshed, Zhao Changhe couldn't see it and didn't want to think about it.
What needed to be done had been done. The affairs of the world could not possibly be shouldered by one person alone, nor could he bear such responsibility. Wanzhuang and Vermilion Bird had their own means; they were top-tier powerhouses capable of standing on their own. When they had their moments of fame, I hadn't even crossed over yet.
Uh, speaking of which, they were all my superiors...
Chichi isn't carved from clay... In any case, if their abilities couldn't be trusted, then there's no point in having this country; it would be meaningless.
