Zhao Hai quietly listened to his disciple's words. It was undeniable that if Zhao Hai was considered a Big Shot on the continent, then barne was just a small figure, a small figure that couldn't be any smaller. He was just a coachman, belonging to the lowest class of existence on the continent, except for slaves.
Zhao Hai was touched by this small figure. He had no power, but he was using his own methods to protect his home. There were countless small figures like him on the entire Ark continent. With them, the ark continent would not be destroyed. It would not be enslaved by the God race, and it would not be destroyed by the demon race. Zhao Hai firmly believed in this.
When Zhao Hai heard the words of the doorman, he stopped painting and turned to look at Bain, who was standing beside the carriage in front of the door. Bain stood there quietly, looking at the surrounding scenery, even though he had seen this scenery countless times.
