This daughter was raised in vain.
Ji Changlie had a breath of resentment stuck in his chest, unable to let it out.
His daughter had betrayed him, the Extreme Yin Sect suffered heavy casualties, and their allied support was gone, but that was still tolerable.
But that little thief named Chen truly had the audacity to crap on his head. For so many years, the mighty King Jinghai had suppressed the Southeast with force; when had he ever endured such humiliation?
Faced with the Beizhou Wolf Riders, his strength was inferior, and he had no choice but to endure it. There was nothing to be said about that.
However, against this newly risen military leader suspected of treason, how could he willingly endure?
A figure, an old man with a pale face and no beard, appeared once more, flickering before him.
"We cannot take action. Once we do, this game will surely be lost."
Jiang Tong spoke plainly, looking at Ji Changlie with a hint of pity in his gaze.
