"Don't forget, you're on the Silk Continent now!" That was the final summary, as the local tyrant Fajiang issued a fierce roar to formally warn the brash newcomers.
"Besides dragging in national and ethnic issues, can you come up with any fresh reasons?" Liu Zhenhuan laughed helplessly. "Reiterating that it's your home turf again and again, painting Yitiao like a traitor, do you really think that works?"
"It does," Yitiao chuckled bitterly. "There will definitely be some powerful fools who will be riled up by this kind of rhetoric, either by him or other members of Lishan Gate. Our region is full of nationalistic youth."
"Are you scared?"
