Frank started making his way slowly toward the Colosseum.
Even then, his mind was still in disarray.
He hoped that Wang Ben was still okay; he had spent too much time handling the young master Yun.
And then again, there was the case of the young master Yun—had he really ended his life just like that? How was he going to survive the tide of rage from the Yuns now?
All these thoughts ravaged Frank's mind as he ran through different terrains towards the Colosseum.
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"Haha, there's no need for so much praise. I was only doing my duty," one of the esteemed guests said, raising his cup in celebration.
"Strong and humble are the best combination. The Tang name should be really proud," the person who had praised him earlier said.
"HM?" The commandant of the Firebird Army's Mountain Range Division looked up from his cup of wine.
A figure was running towards the colosseum from the mountain range pathway.
