Longing? Qin Feiyang sneered internally. The Imperial Capital was, indeed, the holy land countless people yearned for. However, for him, if his mother weren't still in the Imperial Capital, if he didn't have a great vendetta to settle, he would never want to set foot in that place. Everything there disgusted him to the extreme!
But the old man's last sentence made him quite pleased, and he asked doubtfully, "Old man, what do you mean by that?"
"After I go to see the Emperor, the Nine States War will begin."
"With your talent and strength, crushing the competition and entering the Imperial Capital shouldn't be difficult," the old man smiled.
The Nine States War!
Hearing this, Qin Feiyang had a sudden realization.
The old man asked with a smile, "So, are you confident?"
"Absolutely," Qin Feiyang nodded.
"It's good to be confident, but don't get complacent."
"I've heard that the other eight states have also produced quite a few monstrous martial arts talents."
