people around looked at Zhao Tiezhu’s face and gaped. They did not know what to say, nor did that know how to break the silence.
After wiping the blood off his face, Zhao Tiezhu was still calm and said, “Soon Young master will recover and when that happens for many generations, the wilderness will be unified.”
In Zhao Tiezhu’s heart, Lian Chengyu was a god.
What could happen to a god? Besides, Lian Chengyu had just broken through to the Purple Blood realm, so a little imbalance was normal.