The Yang Jian, who Hao Tian had high hopes for, never appeared over the North Sea battlefield.
They are family who share a deep bond.
The outsiders were understandable, but Yang Jian chose to stand by idly, which even he felt was inappropriate.
Therefore, he must apologize and reflect to his uncle.
"Uncle, the situation was urgent at the time, and Chaner fell into a trap designed by Luo Hou."
Hao Tian interrupted Yang Jian: "Are you sure it was a trap designed by 'Luo Hou'?"
Yang Jian's old face turned red as he bowed his head: "I've reflected for a day, it should be Great Emperor Changsheng's layout. From fighting the Nine-Headed Insect, Great Emperor Changsheng was already using Chaner to manipulate me."
Hao Tian's gaze was full of disappointment: "Since you knew it was a trap, and you still walked right into it, are you stupid?"
Yang Jian defended: "Uncle, I didn't know at the time, it was only after that I figured it out."
