As of today, among the twenty-seven Divine Generals of the world stands Immovable Ming King Yuwen Tianxian.
Yuwen Lie gripped the Divine Weapon, walked slowly forward, the Imperial Army subconsciously aimed their weapons at him, yet Yuwen Lie showed no fear.
The world is about to collapse, and there will always be someone who can rise with grandeur. Standing within the palace, Yuwen Lie suddenly said, "Your Highness, do you understand?"
Jiang Gao whispered, "A noble does not contend, but..."
"To not contend means not to vie for one's desires, but now things are different."
Jiang Gao looked at Jiang Yuan and softly said:
"In times of crisis in the world, remaining a non-contentious noble is merely weakness and escape. A person should pursue certain things, yet must also do what is necessary, neglecting the necessary for the sake of desires."
"It's not just weakness, it's also selfish immaturity."
"It shouldn't be like this."
