"My lord..."
The Deputy General tried to stop him, but was pushed away.
Liao Fang continued discontentedly, "And the result? Up to now, aren't we still at a deadlock? If it were me, I would have captured that Fake White Robe Shanshi long ago!"
"Bang—"
In the midst of his tirade,
the door was kicked open.
A cultivator, smelling the full room of alcohol, frowned and coldly chided, "Han has repeatedly ordered that no one should drink alcohol before the end of the war. Wu City is crucial for food and fodder, it must be strictly obeyed!"
"If you won't let me command, what's wrong with me drinking a little?!" Liao Fang abruptly stood up, "Stop pestering me, believe it or not, I, 'Fang White Robe', can wipe out your three hundred thousand army in a snap of my fingers!"
"Clang—"
Before he could finish speaking,
a spirit light flashed.
A flying sword landed on Liao Fang's neck, causing bright red blood to flow where the skin met the sharp blade, sobering him up considerably.
