The world is a bustling place, and everyone is here for personal gain.
This holds true for everyone, from common peddlers to powerful nobles, and even for nations themselves.
Could the mere War God of the State truly transcend this?
At the very least, Huo Ying was entirely unconvinced.
"That does make some sense," an old man beside Feng Cang commented lightly, nodding in agreement.
As the first-generation Sect Leader of Chunfeng Pavilion, Feng Jiancheng was still relatively composed.
CREAK.
As everyone in the room buzzed with discussion, the main doors were pushed open, and two young figures walked in.
They were tall and imposing, young and handsome.
Dressed in simple casual wear, they gave off a warm and easygoing vibe. However, the moment one's gaze met their eyes, a shiver ran down their spine, and an involuntary chill shot through them.
His gaze was deep, cold, and as sharp as a hawk's.
