"Where would that be the case?"
Jiang Qiang forced a laugh and said, "Of course I'm clear, Brother Chen, you've always treated commoners and cultivators the same, after all, you yourself have walked this very path. It's just that..."
"Haha."
Chen Dengming shook his head and smiled, "I know you are also touched by the deep love of this old woman for her child, so you're tense and paying close attention."
In fact, I just told a lie. The moment her child steps onto the battlefield, he would undoubtedly be dead."
"Ah!?"
Jiang Qiang stood frozen, feeling as if his blood had suddenly turned cold. It wasn't that he had frightened himself, but he was scared by Chen Dengming, worried that Chen Dengming had just ruined his reputation.
"Look at you, being so silly,"
Chen Dengming laughed and pointed at Jiang Qiang's feet, "You tell me, are my predictions accurate? Are the shoes you are wearing today in good condition or are they bad?"
