Zhang Xinglie was silent for a long time before asking, "When they finish capturing this round and start the next, will I be able to protect my girlfriend, my children, or my children's children?"
Yang Mingyuan couldn't answer.
"How do you think I can prevent my family and descendants from being turned into Magic Bag Beans, White Lake Lotus Fruits, or Corpse Thrones?"
Yang Mingyuan couldn't answer.
"Have you heard of anti-fraud?"
Yang Mingyuan's eyes moved, and he nodded slightly.
Zhang Xinglie said, "You've been with us in the Ancient River Ruins and know Zhou Leng pretty well. Do you think Zhou Leng can ascend to sainthood?"
Yang Mingyuan thought for a long time and sighed, "If there were ten more years of peace, or if humanity could hold out for ten years in the Ten Realms War, not only could he, but he definitely would, and he might even become the next Zhao Dongjun, leading us to win the final battle. But... he doesn't have that much time, and neither do we."
