Old Master Wang, whose brain was slightly congested, raised his hand and pressed hard on his temples, barely managing to suppress the throbbing vein that threatened to bulge.
Then he stood in place and took several deep breaths.
Finally, he forcibly suppressed the urge to undo his belt and step forward to give the old man a "watering".
"I've completely seen through it now, these people openly claim to be the 'Nine Soldiers', but privately they're all a bunch of Old Sixes!
Compared to the actions of the Victorious Fighting King, the Great Fate, and the Cloud Lord, I should never have had too much expectation for these high-ups who have made a name for themselves.
A group of cunning individuals who have lived at least several hundred to a thousand years.
In them, 'integrity'—a part that not only wears out easily and never regenerates, but also drops out when one is not careful—is probably completely gone long ago.
