The hatred in his heart gnawed at him incessantly. But to seek revenge against a sovereign of a nation was by no means a simple matter, and it could not be done hastily—especially when that person was a True Man of the Age, the very True Man who had slain Han Yin, the Supreme Emperor of Yong Country!
To act rashly would be irresponsible to those who had died unjustly in the Maple Forest City Region.
Because if they failed, then there would be no one left to avenge those people of Maple Forest City Region.
Zhao Rucheng opened his mouth, the dark memories of that day never far away, and today, he had much he wanted to say.
But in the end, all he said was: "It's a pity I can't go see An'an now."
His voice was very low: "I often dream of her."
"Just this big, a little tot this big." He gestured with his hands, gestured, and finally let them fall, resting on his own legs, a sense of forlorn displacement: "Both adorable and sensible."
