"At worst, I, your father, will become an outlaw. I've had enough of the Anxi Army; the world is vast—where can't I find a place to hide?"
With a light heart, he no longer found the situation difficult.
"Brother Fang."
Turning around, Hundred Households Commander Kong looked at Fang Zheng:
"Song Kewang is ruthless. In his quest for this son, he has killed countless people, and now for forging a sword, he has lost all humanity."
"Regardless of whether the Evil Demon is to blame, I'm afraid none of us can escape this disaster..."
"He's placed some secret art on his son. If anything happens, he'll sense it immediately, and our time is running out."
"Oh!"
Fang Zheng raised an eyebrow:
"Are you saying that Song Kewang will come here, Brother Kong?"
"Of course." Hundred Households Commander Kong looked surprised:
"Brother Fang, do you still intend to resist?"
