"Jin Ling."
Fang Han looked at Jin Ling and said in a cold voice, "I won't get involved in the matters between you and Jian Wushuang from now on. If you want to mess with him, do it by yourself. I won't help you."
Jin Ling's expression changed slightly. He nodded and said, "I understand."
"You can leave," Fang Han waved his hand.
Jin Ling walked out the tent with a gloomy look on his face.
As soon as he got outside the tent, his face immediately distorted. "How dare Fang Han give me the cold shoulder?"
A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, but he quickly calmed down. "What's going on? Fang Han previously promised me that he would deal with Jian Wushuang. Why did he suddenly change his mind?"
He immediately went to ask the sergeants of the Seventh Army, but he was shocked by their answers.
"Jian Wushuang battled Fang Han? And he even defeated him?"
"Fang Han was wounded by Jian Wushuang?"
