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Wang Haifeng was somewhat brooding over the fact that he couldn't go to Dengzhou, "Fatty, Master Feng is starting to form cliques now."
Xu Leigang, however, saw things quite clearly, "There's no party without factions, imperial thinking. When has there not been factionalism? The key is to make a name for oneself. Besides, looking at a room full of Jade... do you think the responsibility is small?"
"The key is that there are no thieves in Peach Blossom Valley," Wang Haifeng chuckled dryly. He had been feeling a bit inflated lately, especially after he disciplined his wife's cousin this year, making him feel like a Martial World expert as well, "I really want to try my hand against the people from Bei Xinluo."
"People could die," Xu Leigang remarked indifferently, "Do you know how many people died last time when Master Feng went to Myanmar?"
In the past, he didn't know what had happened to Feng Jun in Myanmar, only that Master Feng had some scrapes on his forehead.
