Despite still finding it hard to believe, Zhao Yan Ye reluctantly nodded in acceptance of his mistake, due to the circumstances.
He indeed had prejudged others by his petty measures, mistaking an honest gentleman for a sly villain.
"Tailfire Tiger, I know what you're thinking. You won't believe me, even if I were to beat you to death today, you would still cling to your own reason." Lu Bei wiped the blood from his fist, shaking his head in understanding.
An obstinate opinion is necessary for one to reach the Mahayana Phase Cultivation.
Touching his swollen nose and face, Zhao Yan Ye was reducing, leaving the scars given by Lu Bei: "The state affairs are most important, touching upon the millennium foundation of Xuanlong, I cannot casually accept a person's words."
Seeing this, Lu Bei unusually stopped his dictation, not insisting on making others submit and admit their faults.
Because he cherished Bai Mao too much.
