Chen Feng didn't know if the Ouyang Family was good or evil.
This was another significant reason why Chen Feng refused.
"I think cooperating briefly wouldn't really hurt."
Chen Polu suddenly entered the living room.
"Never mind, it's not needed," said Chen Feng.
"Do you think that a Martial God or a Martial Emperor could suppress everything with a flick of their hand, so you don't need to cooperate with anyone?" Chen Polu stared at Chen Feng, frowning deeply.
"Isn't that the case?"
"Xiaofeng, this kind of thinking won't do. From ancient times to the present, arrogance leads to defeat. Some people can lose tens or hundreds of battles and still bounce back, but you can't. You can't afford to lose even once," Chen Polu said earnestly.
Chen Feng fell silent. His father's words were not without reason.
"Xiaofeng, let me tell you about these Martial Gods and Martial Emperors," Chen Polu sat down.
Chen Feng listened attentively, looking at Chen Polu.
