Under the dim candlelight, Zong Ge quietly watched Sanda.
The goblin knelt on the ground, his mouth covered by a white muslin scarf, but his eyes were filled with sincerity and determination.
At this moment, Zong Ge suddenly gained a deeper understanding of Sanda.
Beyond the debt of having his life saved, there was another reason Sanda followed Zong Ge— a sense of identification.
We are the same kind of people, marginalized by society. We are excluded, oppressed, and discriminated against. If we were of the Pure Blood Clan, we could have lived much better. But the reality is, even if we possess great abilities and make outstanding contributions, we still face unfair treatment.
Thus, compared to Lord Zhenjin, Sanda would rather see Zong Ge succeed.
Zong Ge remained silent for a moment before he spoke softly, "Sanda, I understand your loyalty. But... we must not be too impulsive."
"Lord Zhenjin, the boy, is very capable."
