Old Jin heard Chen Jingtian say this and sighed, "Jingtian, how old is your uncle now? Can this kind of thing still matter to him?"
"But I care!" Chen Jingtian shook his head and said, "Uncle, I'm not the same Chen Jingtian who used to act without thinking about the consequences."
The young man beside Old Jin heard this and looked up at Chen Jingtian.
Chen Jingtian has been in the Northwest for nearly a year now.
This year, the feeling Chen Jingtian gave him was somewhat different from before. The once arrogant Chen Jingtian is now taciturn, not because he doesn't like to talk, but because he's become more composed.
Old Jin heard this, patted Chen Jingtian's shoulder, and said, "Good, good!"
But thinking that Chen Jingtian is now a rootless person, Old Jin felt a pang of pain in his heart.
"Uncle, to deal with Qin Han, relying on ourselves alone is not enough; we must unite with Qin Han's enemies. The enemy of our enemy is our friend!" Chen Jingtian said in a deep voice.
