After completing all of this.
Shinkan Zhenzang remained in a kneeling position, motionless.
It seemed like as long as his "disciple" did not speak.
He dared not move.
Sigh.
Shinkan Isshin sighed lightly.
He slowly got up and looked down through the hotel window.
He watched the streets bustling with people.
He felt the aura of Martial Artists mixed into the crowd of people.
At this moment,
expression finally appeared on his face.
However,
It did not seem to match his young face.
It was an expression of nostalgia and sorrow.
"China is not what I once saw."
"Even not what I once hoped for."
"They have such vast land and numerous people."
"They possess countless natural advantages."
"But they don't know how to make use of it."
"If we could have it, how nice it would be....."
Shinkan Isshin's voice was very soft.
So weak that only he could hear it.
"Ancestral Lord, then we....."
Shinkan Zhenzang, who faintly sensed the meaning of his words, suddenly raised his head.
