Zhang Rongfang looked at the approaching ox cart from a distance, his vision gradually expanding, becoming clear.
He felt a sense of sentiment in his heart.
Previously in Tan Yang City, he had indeed gone a bit too far, which led him to be swept into various vortexes of conflict.
But it wasn't entirely his fault.
If it weren't for his superiors all having issues, how would he have resorted to assassination and harmonizing them completely?
That's just the way the world is.
"If you don't kill, people will kill you."
Zhang Rongfang quietly decided that he would live well this time, stay undercover for three years, and by then, he estimated he'd have reached a level of unknown strength.
At that time...
Whatever he wished to do would become easier.
"Yes, this time I'll live well, not trouble my sister and them, not kill recklessly."
Recalling the terrifying act of almost slaughtering the city by Golden Wing Pavilion, he still felt a bit fearful now.
