It was a widely known fact across the four great Eastern nations that the Jin people had a fondness for men. In the eyes of Jin aristocrats, this was considered a refined pursuit.
However, neither the Eldest Prince nor the Sword Saint had ever imagined that they themselves would one day become part of this "refined pursuit."
The Longyuan sword in the Sword Saint's grasp was growing restless.
A murderous intent began to gather between the Eldest Prince's brows.
One was the son of an emperor, the other at the pinnacle of sword cultivation; neither had ever been insulted in this manner.
Yet, at this moment, this potbellied rebel general was oblivious that he was, ironically, at the very peak of his existence.
He had the Eldest Prince of Yan on his left and the Sword Saint of Jin on his right.
Heavens above! This is magnificent, truly magnificent! So perfect, it's boundless!
