"Great King, shall we go there..."
Yi Chen, the former Grandmaster of Ghost Mother Cult, watched the veins on King of Chu's temple snaking, equally troubled.
In the past, while hiding in Jiang Huai, protected by Lord Web, life was easy, and there was no need to do anything, acting as Supreme Elder. Now, it's all running around doing dirty work. Once a Duke, now reduced to a bandit, even the Blood Treasure robbed couldn't be kept.
It indeed confirms the saying, "Better a cowardly life than a brave death."
Even in the desolation of the mortal world, it's still the remnants of a dynasty, not a bandit of the Underworld.
"Go, of course we have to go. King Huai has given orders; how can we not go?" The King of Chu gritted his teeth at the mention of King Huai, "Do you have a way not to go?"
Yi Chen shook his head, wearing a sorrowful expression.
Indeed, no way.
