“Enough!”
The Great Xia king is a little angry!
You’re still talking?
Don’t I Care About My Pride?
What are you talking about? I’m a god-less, overbearing, world-conqueror?
Now I have a son, my grandson is a Taoist priest, and my great-grandson is the Lord of the mansion, and you still say!
If word of this got out, how would the millions of people in Great Xia think of me?
Forget about them. Once the darming King and the others find out about this, they would treat it as a joke and talk about it for three to five hundred years, or even for the rest of their lives. When they die, they would have to pass it down and tell their descendants.
In the past, when the Great Xia king was young, how he was!
In the future, if the human race were to make history, perhaps they would all be recorded in the Annals of history!
It was too embarrassing!
