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Hearing Jingde say that, Wild Twin Phoenix sighed inwardly too.
He also understood that he had made the wrong choice this time.
But Wild Twin Phoenix had never been the sort to feel regret.
What was done was done. If it succeeded, then naturally that was good. If it failed, he would not regret it either.
"Jingde, go first. Once I kill King Chongxi, I will definitely give you—and the people of the Battle of Chang'an—an explanation."
Jingde nodded, and in the end, he still walked toward the portrait that belonged to him.
Although Jingde's ranking was a little higher than Shubao's, for some reason, the moment he stepped into the portrait, it gave people the feeling that he and Shubao were a pair.
Looking at Jingde, who had returned to his place, Wild Twin Phoenix sighed, then walked straight to the center of the third floor of the small building.
There lay a yellow silk scarf covered in patch upon patch. Because of the damage and the patches, many of the words on it had already grown blurred.
Only about seven or eight characters could still be made out.
And even among them, some had clearly been covered over by something patched onto it.
Wild Twin Phoenix looked at the "Great Emperor XXX of the Center Heaven" on the silk scarf, feeling somewhat helpless.
This silk scarf was only a fragment of an imitation. Many things had had their names covered.
The fact that it could still have even a little effect now was already quite impressive.
As for wanting to casually choose from three hundred and sixty-five Main Gods? Dream on.
The fact that Wild Twin Phoenix could find