However, the Zhao thief dares to come here, which means he must have confidence. I'm afraid Lu Zhengchun is going to lose... Is this too much of a pity? This old man's cultivation is profound, and if he fully wields his flying sword, I'm afraid no one in the society can match him..."
The man in the black robe blew into the night wind and calmly said:
"A wavering, endlessly greedy dog, no matter how sharp its fangs, is not worthy of using. Now is the perfect time to remove him through Zhao Douan's hands; it's also a good thing."
Zhuang Xiaocheng, whose hair and beard were all white and whose face was covered in wrinkles, nodded silently, sighed, and said:
"It's just a pity that for killing Zhao thief this time, whether we succeed or fail, the society will suffer a significant loss in strength."
The man in the black robe drained his wine bowl and said:
"For victory, what can't be sacrificed? Someone is coming."
