"What a grandiose way of speaking, what a grand performance by the Heaven Patrol Envoy striving for justice."
The endless hoarse voice was filled with undecipherable mockery. Aside from Wang Chang, who still turned a deaf ear, the elite members of the Forest Department all looked somewhat displeased, and Wang Po even lowered his head, not daring to lift it.
Tang Luo lightly shook off the frost from his Star Robe and said indifferently to Wang Chang, "A mere million commoners, how could they compare to the concealment of this seat's dark flowers. With flattery and pretty words, you repeatedly make promises, all to achieve your immediate goal. As to whether Chaochang will turn into a city of death, and how many people will die, what impact does it have on the Wang Clan of the South?"
"Silver-tongued."
Wang Chang turned around furiously and said coldly, "Does someone as brutal as you also have the right to speak of benevolence and righteousness?"
