Zhongxuan Chuliang held the Life-Severing Knife firmly, unshaken, "She is very important to Sheng'er, and Sheng'er is very important to me. So, she is important!"
He was the Duke of Daqi who stabilizes the distant frontiers, the ferocious butcher Zhongxuan Chuliang. If he said someone was important, then they were absolutely important!
Important even if not important!
Watching Zhongxuan Chuliang like this, Jiang Mengxiong didn't know why, but he recalled the time when this man first made a name for himself.
It was on the Qi Xia battlefield that Zhongxuan Chuliang first became famous.
After he had ventured deep into enemy territory alone, massacred his foes, and earned the name of a butcher, the first thing he did upon returning to Linzi was to plead for mercy on behalf of Zhongxuan Futu.
Back then, he was just as obstinate, even in the face of Emperor Qi's authority.
It seemed as if decades had passed. How could the butcher have not aged?
