Ji Chen, however, did not heed Zhang Wensong this time, rebuking him sternly, "Sir, please hold your tongue!"
Zhang Wensong was stunned.
"What legality and disorder? These are just internal struggles!" A trace of ferocity flashed in Ji Chen's eyes, revealing his long-suppressed nature, "Killing a few Barbarian prisoners, why should it lead to the execution of many from Great Zhou's fourth and fifth ranks? Even though my teacher is already retired, he was still stripped of his honors."
"It is you who advised me to keep stepping back, continuously counseling my father to please Liu Tianning, which resulted in his disciples acting arrogantly and causing today's disaster!"
Ji Chen, grasping his treasured sword, revealed a terrifyingly grim expression, "Are you giving your counsel for me or for someone else?!"
Zhang Wensong's eyes flashed with disappointment; Ji Chen's words were tantamount to questioning his loyalty.
