Wu Qi turned to look at Zhang Yi, startled as he said with a bitter smile, "Old Mister Zhang Yi, what are you doing? We have stood together through storms and stress over the past months, and finally, we are safe from the two Gold Immortals. Is being ungrateful a custom practiced in Great Qin?"
Zhang Yi gnashed his teeth in anger, and his beard fluttered like a butterfly below his chin. Pointing at Six Rivers City, he said furiously, "What am I doing? We have stood together through storm and stress? Ah? Curse you!" Although he was a cultured and refined man, he could not help but use some coarse words. "If not because of you, how would the two scourges have come to Six Rivers City? If not because of you, how would Six Rivers City become something like this?"
With his mouth twitching, Wu Qi turned around and glanced at the Six Rivers City. He felt embarrassed at the sight of it.
