"So I don't care about another infamy."
The old man smiled and said, "Prefecture Lord Zheng, Prefecture Lord Wan is actually right. The Great Xia Prefecture's treasury is almost empty. We really can't continue fighting like this. We can't build a second Longwu Guards. If we finish fighting this group of strong soldiers, the Great Xia Prefecture's elites will be finished!"
"It's just the Heavenly Yi God Race. It's not like we're going to directly destroy their God Race. Why should we keep an eye on a ten thousand-strong guard? The Prefecture Lord is in seclusion and Lord Xia Hou is in charge. He cares about money and not reputation. All the races in the world know."
"He chose to withdraw his troops so that Heavenly Yi God Race could compensate and fill the Great Xia Prefecture's coffers. Who could object?"
