The old monk had changed even more than before he left home.
Liang Qu thought.
Before leaving home.
The old monk eating meat seemed more like an attempt of sorts, but now he seemed to be putting more of his true feelings into it.
He hoped to become a Martial Saint soon.
Coming back to his senses.
"Master, what do you mean by 'the weaker ones'?"
Su Guishan was also puzzled, "The Southern Frontier and the Northern Court have always been the two biggest opponents of the Imperial Court. The Northern Court is strong, while the South is cunning, with all sorts of fierce creatures emerging one after another, exhausting the soldiers who have to deal with them. How can there be a mention of weakness?"
"This weakness is not the weakness of the worms."
"I am all ears."
