However, being an Inborn Grandmaster, as long as he had hope and an opportunity, he would never lack the will to fight.
Even a decrepit old man of more than 140 years like Yan Wangqiu, had managed to rejuvenate towards the end of his life, founding a base for Nanhai Country just before his death.
He himself was just over fifty years old, in the prime of his life, with endless possibilities. Could he be inferior to that old man?
Provided he could secure two thousand miles of Kunhai, and the million people residing there, Li Xiong believed that with his youth and capability, he could definitely make another great accomplishment.
"Anything you can do, I can do too....."
Li Xiong whispered with his eyes gazing profoundly.
He didn't know who the "you" he was referring to in his mouth was. Was it Yan Wangqiu, who was bedridden and unable to move?
Or someone else whose name he could not mention...?
The river flowed quietly, and the boats buoyed by the water gently swayed.
