"Such an old diehard, it's really too easy to just kill him."
Shen Wuxiang's gaze passed through the pavilion's open window, looking at the heavy, lingering mist in the mountain stream.
"Scrap metal can still sell for a few bucks, better keep it, might be useful in the future."
"Yes."
"Has Xing Lan gone to the Cave Prison?"
"Yes," Chang Zhengxin spoke up, "he took that couple away."
"Whether to transform into a dragon or forever remain a little cricket in his own vegetable garden... it all hinges on this moment."
This is a topic Chang Zhengxin dared not engage in.
To the outside world, Shen Xinglan was already excellent enough.
One could call him a prodigy.
However, his grandfather seems to have never been satisfied.
Such deep love and high expectations.
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Feng City.
Under the escort of Feng City Lord Xie Anlin, City Defense General Murong Wudao, and a group of military-political officials, a Star Disc with Mo Family's totem painted on its surface slowly descended.
