Upon hearing Xie Lingyun's words, the young master across from him paused, then grinned: "That great tomb is the cure for all stubbornness! If it weren't for my deep friendship with your father, I would never persuade you."
Hearing the young master's words, Xie Lingyun was curious. After pondering for a moment, he ultimately did not move and continued to leisurely sip his mutton soup: "After today, the Great Victory Nation will be bustling, extremely bustling!"
"Some people are likely to explode in rage." The young master said, "Zhang Chen has roused quite a lot of hatred. After today, the world's powerful will wish to crush him to dust."
In the desolate mountains, Zhong Xiang led his army to quietly sit there, his eyes fixed on the movements below, still recalling Zhang Chen's words: "Zhang Chen argued a few words with my uncle and actually made him faint with anger? With that kid's provoking skills, it seems like making him faint isn't the real issue."
