Thinking of this, Wang Wu sighed, broke the Spirit Seal on the wine jar, and drank more than half in one gulp, then bitterly smiled and said: "Lord Chief Steward, why beat around the bush? Isn't the new Chief Steward of Dragon Head City after thirty years not my Senior Sister Qin?"
Baiyu's face was wooden, saying nothing, which was basically an admission.
Undoubtedly, the confrontation between the two factions had intensified over the past seventy to eighty years, so much so that even in a remote and harsh place like Dragon Head City, the struggle had become increasingly fierce.
Because by then, if Senior Sister Qin had Wang Wu's three thousand Stewards to assist her, the new Steward from the Frost Monarch's faction would definitely not be a match.
Therefore, they must first eliminate him and his three thousand subordinates.
But the problem now is, does he dare to choose?
