Thinking this, Wang Wu sighed. He broke the Spirit Seal on the wine jar, took a huge swig, then said with a bitter smile, "Chief, why beat around the bush? Thirty years from now, will Dragon Head City's new chief not be my Senior Sister Qin?"
Bai Yu's face remained wooden. He said nothing, but that was as good as admitting it.
Without question, the confrontation between the two camps had grown far more intense over the past seventy or eighty years. Even in a remote, bitterly cold backwater like Dragon Head City, the struggle had become increasingly fierce.
Because when the time came, if Senior Sister Qin had Wang Wu and his three thousand stewards helping her, the Frost Lord camp's newly appointed stewards would stand no chance.
So he and his three thousand subordinates had to be eliminated first.
But the question now was, did he dare choose?
If he truly dared take his three thousand men to the Vermilion Bird Immortal Alliance to hide in peace, did he really think Senior Sister Qin's sword was not sharp enough?
They had spent such a tremendous price nurturing you and placing you here. At the critical moment, when the two great camps collided, you could not hold the line—what use were you!
It was already impossible to stay out of it!
At that moment, Wang Wu suddenly envied Xu Taiping. He felt even more that this Xu Taiping was fucking incredible. He had spent six hundred years in the Hidden Origin Society and still emerged without a single leaf clinging to him. That was no longer merely keeping a low profile. That was badass to the max!
Just thinking of the mutual crushing between such camps was enough to make one's scalp tingle.
He had once naïvely believed he