Zhu Wencong knew that their mindset was still rooted in Eastern norms, where the prestige of the old could not be outshone by the glory of the young.
"You've surpassed your elders, do you think they would simply hand over their position to you? That's impossible!"
"War hero Malik?" Zhu Wencong noticed a painting on the wall that depicted the towering and formidable figure of Malik.
"Recently, the Kunlun slaves have been causing quite a stir; our side has also suffered quite an impact.
That Malik is the nemesis of the Kunlun slaves; as long as his portrait hangs by the door, the Kunlun slaves generally don't dare to approach.
Strangely enough, I had never heard of this guy before. Ever since the Kunlun slaves were freed, his reputation has been growing louder and louder.
Some Chinese he's helped have even made Longevity Tablets for him; look, that one over there is the one I made!" explained Second Zheng.
