"Sometimes, a strong man is lonely. Life is but a hundred years short. To lose is to lose openly and honestly, to win should also be to win naturally and carefree. If one were to avoid a strong opponent, that wouldn't be my style." The Swan High Priest spun the flute in his hands, casting a circle of gold, dazzling light: "You are now worthy to be my opponent."
"Heh heh, if I usually can't beat someone, I definitely choose to join forces with them." Liu Zhenhan suddenly felt a bit moved. This feeling of openness instantly emptied the ravines in his heart, and honestly, he was a bit tired of the days spent scheming against this Swan High Priest.
Although the covert battle had long been in existence, Liu Zhenhan still preferred the feeling of putting all the cards on the table clearly.
