"Haha!"
Watching the square-faced man's smug laugh, an unnameable wave of anger rushed up in Ye Rong's heart.
Since when had he become so cautious? Back when he wielded a sword in the Shushan Swordsman game, he had traveled thousands of miles to seek revenge on those who insulted him. Where was the resoluteness he once had to confront a large clan, to block their paths and slaughter their leaders?
Was it true that the hardships of life and the pressures of reality had worn down his edges?
Ye Rong laughed loudly. He had indeed been thinking too much. What did he have to worry about with this mediocrity? Just a bunch of nobodies.
