"You want to know about the Ten Nations Martial Arts Tournament?" Meng Bai looked at Zhou Shu in surprise.
"With your current status, you actually don't need to participate in the Ten Nations Martial Arts Tournament."
"I don't see why not," Zhou Shu said. "Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the country. Since I'm a member of Great Xia, isn't it normal for me to help Great Xia?"
Meng Bai laughed. "That makes sense."
After laughing, he resumed a serious expression, "But you have to know that the Ten Nations Martial Arts Tournament is very dangerous. It's inevitable that there will be casualties. Back then, I was seriously injured in the Ten Nations Martial Arts Tournament. If it weren't for you, I would probably be dead by now."
"General, do you think I will be in danger?" Zhou Shu smiled. It wasn't that he was bragging, but even if he ran to the middle of a battlefield and came out again, he would probably be unharmed.
