Shen Qiu truly had the confidence and determination to fight.
He was only 102 years old this year, an age at which ordinary people might have already reached their limits.
But for an Inborn Grandmaster, this period of life was the prime time, with nearly fifty years left to live.
What was even rarer was that his current cultivation had reached the second stage of Inborn, and he had a slight chance of touching the third stage, the legendary Great Grandmaster realm.
Given all these conditions, for Shen Qiu, the temporary failure and concession were entirely tolerable.
He looked at those discouraged and dispirited fellows and scolded them loudly.
"Isn't it just giving away three counties?
Let Lu Yuan and those thieves delight in it for now.
When I become the emperor and inherit the throne, I can recuperate for twenty or thirty years, and with the wealth of Linhai County and Yuzhang Prefecture, gather millions of strong soldiers without any trouble.
