Upon hearing this, Xiong Fengru fell silent.
This silence lasted for three days.
No matter how hard Xiong Fengru thought, he couldn't figure out the reason for his downfall.
"Perhaps you should tidy your appearance and then reflect more carefully."
Wang Ye looked at Xiong Fengru's beggar-like appearance and reminded him.
Xiong Fengru forced a bitter smile; now he was destitute and physically weak, devoid of strength to trim his beard.
"It's said that the more you cut a beard, the tougher it becomes. I can't trim my beard."
Upon hearing this, Wang Ye laughed.
"Since even your beard becomes tougher, why don't you become stronger? Your current strength is too weak; anyone can defeat you."
Wang Ye hoped to awaken this person with profound words.
"Yes, now I'm nothing, but I once had everything."
Thinking of the glorious past, Xiong Fengru sighed.
Though he was so despondent, Wang Ye still noticed a trace of dissatisfaction deep in his eyes.
