Cen Wenjin gritted his teeth and continued,
"Let me tell you, this whole incident has spread throughout Chang'an City; I've truly made a fool of myself this time!"
"Heh heh... just forget about this piece of trash..."
As Xie Wenren, lying in bed, looked at Cen Wenjin standing at the doorway with a bad attitude, he joked about himself before his eyes suddenly sparkled with spirit:
"But someone can avenge Lord Cen!"
"You're not thinking of your Sect Master Zhuge Junchen of the Flame Cloud Sect, are you?"
Cen Wenjin replied irritably, knowing that if he were to ask Sect Master Zhuge Junchen to take action, it would cost quite a sum of silver, akin to making a bridal dress for someone else with the silver he had embezzled over the years. Moreover, it would depend on Sect Master Zhuge Junchen's mood—such a task was too difficult!
"Lord Cen is confused in his anxiety."
Xie Wenren narrowed his eyes and analyzed,
