"Leave? Yang Yuanzi, that old codger, said the same thing to me! Why should I leave?"
Lu Yuanjun said in a deep voice, his eyes filled with unstoppable murderous intent at the mention of Yang Yuanzi.
Zhao Zhen sighed and said, "You see, even our own sect stands with Fang Wang, we can only hide. It's frustrating, but there's nothing we can do. It's all the consequence of our choices. At least you've cultivated a Ghost Instrument, and I've at least set foot on the path to immortality. What does it matter if we retreat now?"
"Having been an emperor for so many years, I understand one thing well, when your power is not as strong as another's, you can only endure in silence, even step back. It's only important who laughs last."
Speaking of this matter, his heart was indeed filled with mixed feelings.