Zhang Yan's eyes also showed a hint of anger: "I already said earlier, if it weren't for the New Heaven Association's intervention, those people would have died in the snow disaster long ago! And how can there be a change of dynasties without bloodshed and sacrifice? Only through pain can we usher in a new heaven!"
Zhuo Buping was silent for a few seconds, and finally shook his head:
"I'm sorry, Brother Zhang, I think I still can't accept your way of doing things."
Zhang Yan's face displayed a trace of disappointment:
"Brother Zhuo, with your talent, if you have enough resources, you can surely become a Tao Foundation Stage expert, and may even have the chance to rise higher in the future. Are you really willing to be forever trampled on by those privileged sons who are inferior to you in every way?"
