"Great Ming King?"
Upon hearing Meng Po utter those three words, Wuzhu's face turned somewhat fierce.
To Wuzhu, the words "Great Ming King" were very jarring.
"Hmph, Meng Po, what do you mean by mentioning him now?" Wuzhu suddenly stood up, angrily glaring at Meng Po: "In this world, even if all people were to perish, I would never acknowledge him. Yet you dared to bring him up in front of me? Are you trying to infuriate me?"
Meng Po forced a slight smile, the wrinkles on her face making her appear somewhat eerie: "Sect Hierarch, so many years have passed, after all, you were brothers in apprenticeship. Even the deepest grievances should be resolved, shouldn't they?"
"Nonsense!"
Wuzhu forcefully stabbed his cane into the ground, creating a deep pit.
