In the dungeon.
Song Cheng's body suddenly stiffened, then he sighed deeply, "Fight for the world? What do I have to fight with? No troops, no people, my strength is just as it is... It's important to know oneself, and I'm simply not cut out for it."
He then moved a small stool in front of Yin Mingzong, playing with a glowing red iron rod in his hand while complaining.
In short, he had neither men nor strength to compete for the world.
At the end, he said, "Year after year, I laboriously press the golden thread, only to make wedding clothes for others. It's a pity that the troops I trained hard were all taken away by Zhao Hua, even the top experts from the Prefectural City followed him..."
Yin Mingzong fell silent for a long time, several times he seemed to want to offer the man in front of him some conditions, but each time he suppressed the urge.
The "Yin Mingzong" at this moment was not himself, but was possessed by someone behind the scenes, thus conversing with Song Cheng.
