His Majesty, I'm Your Fourth Uncle!

After some physical persuasion, Zhao Yan Ye still did not believe him, but forced by the situation, he nodded and admitted his mistake.

He had judged a gentleman with a petty man's heart, mistaking an upright gentleman for a treacherous villain.

"Tail Fire Tiger, I know what you're thinking. If you don't believe it, then you don't believe it. Even if I beat you to death today, you'd still only believe your own reasoning." Lu Bei wiped the blood from his fist and shook his head in understanding.

Without a little stubborn insistence on his own views, how could he have reached the Mahayana Stage?

Zhao Yan Ye touched his bruised and swollen face. While healing himself, he left behind the scars Lu Bei had gifted him. "The affairs of the state come first. They concern Xuánlǒng's thousand-year foundation. I cannot rashly trust others."

Seeing this, Lu Bei rarely stopped preaching and did not insist on making him bow his head and admit his mistake.

There was nothing he could do. He cherished white hair far too much.

Outside Gushan City, Zhao Fangce had intended to self-detonate in defense of the National Gate. The vivid images of one Zhao Family hero after another made him loathe the Old Zhu Family for its incompetence, while also giving the Zhao Family an extremely high appraisal.

Then there was Xuánlǒng's determination to fight the Demon Race in a bloody battle without retreating a single step. From any angle, its contribution to the Human Race was indelible.

Putting himself in their shoes, Lu Bei firmly believed that if he had been in Xuánlǒng's position, he would have long since greased his feet and run away.

When the sky fell, the tall ones would hold it up. Whoever wanted to deal with it could do