Ning Zheng glanced at the deceased Bottle-Storage Immortal Venerate, an opponent from a while ago, with a look devoid of joy or sorrow.
This world is indeed cruel.
From the perspective of Bottle-Storage, he hadn't done anything wrong from the start.
It was merely a matter of setting sights on the commercial territory of a weak civilization.
Ning Zheng's Xi Rong business had done similar things when expanding; after all, making money involves squeezing out competitors.
Ultimately, it was merely because Bottle-Storage Immortal Venerate was weak.
Setting aside his inner sentiments, Ning Zheng frowned and said: "Seniors, what should we do now? I don't want to be drained for sightseeing.
That new Manor Master of Xi Rong, the painter, will never prove the Dao, just waiting to block us off at the last two vacant seats."
The others glanced at you, this former Manor Master of Xi Rong, and suddenly stopped talking.
But there was no doubt that Ning Zheng's words hit home for everyone.
