Han Yonghua actually asked Zhan Yun if he wanted to board the Han Family's warship, and Zhan Yun laughed.
At this time, Zhan Yun pointed to the wound on his shoulder, "This was bestowed upon me by that old man, Qi Ziyuan. Do you think if I cower now, they will let me off in the future?"
Han Yonghua felt somewhat apologetic, "We've dragged you into this."
But following that, Han Yonghua chuckled, "But since Mr. Zhan is only injured and not in mortal danger, that indicates Qi Ziyuan will not take action against Mr. Zhan again. In fact, Mr. Zhan has no need to wade into these murky waters."
"Is this what the Han Family thinks?" Zhan Yun asked in surprise.
Han Yonghua's expression stiffened, "Of course we don't think that way. Honestly, we'd very much like to tie you to our war chariot, to rise or sink together with us. But the problem is, I don't understand why, given the chance to free yourself from this affair, you insist on getting involved. Is it merely out of curiosity?"
