Jiang Wanxiang twisted his white hair, suddenly furious: "Get out!"
"Get out!"
"Get out!!!"
He picked up the chessboard from the table and threw it out. The chessboard hit Jiang Gao's forehead, creating a sizable wound, and blood poured out. Jiang Wanxiang seemed overwhelmed by his rage, coughing loudly as Jiang Gao was pulled away.
Jiang Wanxiang panted heavily and finally looked at the white hair in the bronze mirror. This once heroic emperor felt a fear gripping his heart. No matter how heroic one is, one will grow old and fear death.
He truly feared that young Qilin.
Even if he teamed up with the Poison Dragon, must he fiercely suppress him?
The initial premise of the strategy had already lost the dignity of a victorious emperor. Jiang Wanxiang had countless reasons to explain choosing actions that benefitted the nation, but wasn't that foolish?
Yet he also felt afraid to lose.
His decisions began to become conservative.
He no longer greedily pursued victory.
