On the big screen of the Golden Eye Black Dragon King Battleship, the warships opposite slowly approached. Tang Wulin smiled and said, "It seems that the lesson from ten thousand years ago was well learned by the academy. This past ten thousand years, you worked hard."
Ling Zichen's mouth twitched, "You know I've worked hard? Can I hand it over to you now? Can you let me rest?"
Tang Wulin laughed instantly, "No need to hand it to me, I'm old, I want to retire. I have a son. You can hand it to him. The real big matters are still ahead. If Xuanyu ultimately succeeds, bearing this responsibility should be quite permissible."
Ling Zichen looked at his handsome face that hadn't changed much from ten thousand years ago and thought, if she weren't outmatched in fighting him, she'd really want to punch him. You still have the face to say you're old?
