Zhang Shunlong listened to Lin Yunzhen's words and couldn't help but laugh, amused. In his indifferent expression, there was a thick sorrow, as if his laughter was mingled with tears.
"Look, the nobility of this world, they are just so, not much nobler than we are. The noblemen we have always feared are also human," he murmured to himself.
Zhang Shunlong muttered under his breath.
It was as if he was conversing with someone else.
As Zhang Shunlong spoke, Lin Yunzhen's breathing gradually grew faint.
At that moment, a helpless voice reached Zhang Shunlong's ears.
"My lord, the way this affair is handled is a bit too much. Could you please give this Emperor some face?"
The figure of Emperor Zhou suddenly appeared in the sky.
A force of the Primordial Spirit descended upon them.
Zhang Shunlong looked up at Emperor Zhou.
This was the first time he had faced Emperor Zhou, the most supreme noble of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
He just looked at Emperor Zhou for a while.
