Only then did his heart feel a bit relieved, "This man, with merely the Refining Internal Organs Perfection and seriously injured by me, what should I do with him next? Shall I kill him or hand him over to you?"
After pondering for a moment, Chen Sansi said, "Hand him over to me."
"Hmph!"
Wen Zhi, as if tossing out trash, threw the half-dead man in black over.
He shouted at the young general's retreating back, "Chen Sansi, I will kill you!"
"Master Wen."
Chen Sansi stopped in his tracks and suddenly said, "Do you feel wronged?"
Wen Zhi was taken aback.
"Your son wanted to kill me, should I simply accept my fate as a fish on the chopping board? I'll leave you with a saying,"
Chen Sansi's face was expressionless, "To not teach one's child is the father's fault."
"You, you mean to say this is all my fault?!"
