"The principles of this world have never been so simple."
"He taught me many things..."
At that time, Marquis Qin Wu, with a different demeanor, stretched out his hand to warm himself by the fire, his hair golden yet black, wearing a wide black cloak with golden patterns. The world was covered in a desolate snow, and with gentle, calm eyes, he softly said:
"I cannot see the Wolf King."
"I do not know the world's heroes; so heroic, yet so deceitful."
"Unmatched to this extent."
......
Wolf King Chen Fubi returned alone to his camp, Xiao Wuliang and others remained silent. Only when they saw that the Wolf King, although heavily injured, was still vibrant, did they feel slightly relieved. The living Buddha from the Western Regions came to heal the Wolf King's wounds, which were shocking to behold.
