Zhou Heng's words drained Tian Chong of all his spirit, and he collapsed to the ground, his eyes hollow and his face etched with despair.
It's over.
Completely over.
Being exiled to guard a city in Xi Liang, no one has ever been known to return from such a fate.
This is a road of certain death!
The people present couldn't help but sigh at the perilous nature of the martial world, where no one knew if an ordinary-looking person had a powerful backer.
To the common eye, the position of Official Supervisor of Martial Affairs in a mansion was already significant, but even such figures could be crushed to dust in an instant before the truly powerful.
Even their future life or death would be unpredictable.
Pei Zhantu looked at Zhou Heng with approval and laughed, "You are decisive indeed. After all, martial arts are the foundation. If groveling worked, what would be the need for martial arts?"
