Ling Zhenfei laughed, "Just a day, why bother? Why must it be a fight to the death?"
Mao Sharlu also laughed, "Brother-in-law, do you think if Gu Feng becomes Emperor, what happens to me, the former Emperor? Isn't it still a fight to the death?"
Ling Zhenfei said, "It won't be, as long as you give the throne to Gu Feng, I guarantee you won't die."
Mao Sharlu immediately shouted, "Alright, Ling Zhenfei, I figured it out. You're here as a lobbyist for Gu Feng, trying to make me lay down my arms and surrender. You're dreaming."
Ling Zhenfei anxiously said, "I'm not here as a lobbyist for Gu Feng, I'm here to help you."
At this point, Mao Sharlu was too agitated to listen to anything and said, "You still have the nerve to say you're helping me? If you were here to help me, you should go to Gu Feng and tell him not to seize my throne, to hold onto my throne. That's helping me."
Ling Zhenfei said, "Do you think I can convince Gu Feng to give up the throne willingly?"
