“Come on, Da Hu, eat your egg.”

At the dining table, the Sword Saint placed the egg he had just peeled into Da Hu’s bowl.

“Okay.”

Liu Da Hu nodded and obediently started eating the egg, along with his porridge and pickled vegetables.

The Sword Saint peeled an egg for himself and ate it bite by bite. At the same time, he pointed to the pot of porridge in front of him and said to the woman,

“Don’t make porridge in the mornings anymore. Da Hu is at the age where he needs to grow, so he needs to eat better. After you finish work tonight, go to the General’s mansion’s shop and ask for some goat’s milk to bring back for Da Hu to drink in the morning.”

Before the woman could speak, the old lady who was drinking porridge beside her said with displeasure,

“Porridge is good enough. Goat’s milk is too expensive. We can’t afford to live so extravagantly.”

The Sword Saint smiled and said,

“But the child is at the age where he needs to grow. He needs to eat well so he can grow strong and get sick less often.”

“What’s wrong with porridge? It’s so fragrant. Son-in-law, you haven’t experienced famine. During a disaster, even tree bark is eaten. Having a bowl of porridge is like burning incense to the heavens.

Besides, goat’s milk has such a strong, fishy smell. What’s so good about it?”

The Sword Saint shook his head. He was adamant about this matter.

He was a swordsman who had practiced martial arts since he was young.

As the saying goes, “Poor scholars, rich warriors.”

If you want to nurture a martial artist, first of all, they have to eat well. An average family can’t afford such extravagance and can’t support it at all. He was lucky enough to meet his master when he was young. Otherwise, even if he practiced martial arts, his physique wouldn’t be good enough to achieve such great accomplishments.

In this era, Jianghu martial artists often get injured, so they also understand some pharmacology.

In later generations, they could actually be considered half nutritionists and half pharmacists.

“Even if you’re making porridge, add more meat and eggs to it. Fish slices are also good. Don’t make plain porridge anymore.

As for goat’s milk, he has to drink it. Look at the barbarians on the snowfields. Their lives aren’t actually better than ours, but their physiques are quite large.”

“Son-in-law, if we continue to live like this according to what you said, wouldn’t our family be…”

The Sword Saint put down his chopsticks and said in a deep voice,

“Listen to me.”

The old lady immediately shut her mouth.

After all, he was the only adult man in the family. Even though his body wasn’t doing well now, his words still carried weight.

The woman also nodded and said,

“Understood. I’ll go buy it after work.”

“Okay. Don’t be afraid to spend money. Once my body recovers a bit more, I can still go to work. We won’t starve our family.”

“We have enough money at home.” The woman also earned money from her own work.

The old lady curled her lips and continued to slurp her porridge, deliberately eating very loudly and smacking her lips.

She really couldn’t stand her paralyzed son-in-law’s extravagant spending habits.

But he was providing good food and drink for her grandson,

so she really couldn’t argue any further.

In any case, she could tell that this new son-in-law was treating her grandson well from the bottom of his heart.

After the family finished breakfast,

the old lady cleared the table,

the woman had to go to work,

and the Sword Saint, leaning on his crutch, took Liu Da Hu to school.

Liu Da Hu’s books and writing materials were in a small cloth bag. The Sword Saint insisted on carrying it himself, so Liu Da Hu supported one of the Sword Saint’s arms and walked with him.

It was more like the child was accompanying his stepfather to school than the stepfather taking the child to school.

On the way, Liu Da Hu ran into many classmates. Some people saw what Liu Da Hu’s father looked like and couldn’t help but call out with a hint of mockery,

“Da Hu, is that your dad?”

Liu Da Hu would always puff up his chest

and shout loudly,

“Yes, he’s my dad!”

He wasn’t ashamed at all that his dad had to walk with a crutch, was shaky, and was a cripple.

At the school gate, Liu Da Hu took his cloth bag from the Sword Saint and bowed deeply to the Sword Saint:

“Father, I’m going to school.”

“Okay, listen to the teacher.”

“Yes, Father.”

Watching Liu Da Hu run into the school, the Sword Saint’s face was filled with a satisfied smile. He turned around and, leaning on his crutch, prepared to go back.

Who knew that as soon as he turned around, he would see Zheng Bo Ye dressed in barbarian clothes.

What Zheng Bo Ye was wearing wasn’t actually barbarian clothes, but a hoodie that Si Niang had woven for him before. However, because it had a hood and could cover his face, Zheng Bo Ye would wear this when he wanted to go out for a walk alone.

After all, being surrounded and cheered wherever he went was naturally very enjoyable at first, but after a long time and many times, he wanted some peace and quiet.

“Oh, what a coincidence.” Zheng Fan smiled.

The Sword Saint nodded and said, “It is a coincidence.”

“Have you eaten?”

“I have, what about you?”

“I haven’t yet. Wait for me, I’ll go buy a couple of flatbreads.”

All the shops in Snow Sea Pass were actually owned by the Earl’s Mansion, which was inherited from the old system in Sheng Le City.

After buying two mutton flatbreads, Zheng Fan came back, eating one while saying to the Sword Saint:

“Want me to take you back?”

The Sword Saint shook his head and said, “I want to go out of the city for a walk. I feel a little suffocated staying in the city all the time.”

“But what about your body?”

“Walking around the corner is fine, as long as I get out of the city gate.”

“Alright.”

Zheng Fan accompanied the Sword Saint as he walked slowly. The Sword Saint would stop and rest from time to time, and Zheng Fan didn’t offer a hand to help.

After walking for a while, they finally walked out of the city gate.

Outside, there was a lively large-scale construction site.

The Sword Saint was tired and sat down on a stone pier outside the city gate.

Zheng Fan sat next to him, pursed his lips, feeling a little thirsty. The mutton flatbread was a bit too salty.

“These residential buildings are being built outside the city. What if the enemy attacks the city?” the Sword Saint asked.

“There’s a saying, ‘Keep the enemy out of the country.’”

“You’re much more ambitious than before. No wonder you became an Earl.”

“Of course.”

In front of where Zheng Fan and the Sword Saint were sitting was a large living area with many tents set up.

Most of the women were responsible for washing clothes and cooking, and there were also some old people and children among them, bustling about.

“Actually, the city can still accommodate a lot of people,” the Sword Saint said.

Snow Sea Pass was very large, really large, and could accommodate a large population.

“There has to be some distinction.”

“Once, I remember you told me that all men are created equal.”

“Yes, but I’m not distinguishing between Yan people, Jin people, and barbarian people here, so it’s already very equal. Military dependents can live in the city.”

“What about those women?”

“If they marry soldiers, they can also live in the city.”

“A little inconsiderate.”

“This goes back to what you said earlier about keeping the enemy out of the country. The north side is the snowfield, which is fine, and there are city walls to protect it. In the future, you will also guard the north gate;

But this south side,

to be honest,

in my vision,

without thirty thousand iron cavalry, no, without at least fifty thousand iron cavalry, it is impossible to keep the enemy out.”

“That’s still a long way off.”

“Yes, it’s a very long way off, but we can slowly accumulate our resources.”

At this moment, a troop of cavalry galloped out of the Snow Sea Pass city gate, led by Jin Shu Ke.

As soon as the government soldiers came out, the people outside the city immediately retreated.

Because Zheng Fan and the Sword Saint were sitting in a relatively remote location, Jin Shu Ke didn’t notice them. He had military affairs to attend to and didn’t have time to pay attention to anything else.

“It seems that he’s doing very well,” the Sword Saint said with emotion.

Jin Shu Ke was the one he had recommended to Zheng Fan.

“He’s a talent.”

Whether in battle or in dealing with people, this barbarian man showed an extraordinary talent and sensitivity.

Sometimes, looking at Jin Shu Ke, Zheng Fan had the feeling that he was looking in a mirror. In many ways, Jin Shu Ke was similar to him,

except that he wasn’t as good-looking.

After all, the appearance of barbarians didn’t conform to the common aesthetic of the people of the Xia Dynasty.

“The Grand Prince and the barbarian king’s princess got married and sent a tribe of nearly thirty thousand people as dowry. That tribe is very close to us.

I sent Jin Shu Ke to lead troops to meet them.”

“So it seems that Zheng Bo Ye will have more soldiers under his command?”

“Ten thousand barbarian iron cavalry.”

Zheng Fan proudly raised a finger and said.

“Oh, that’s really good.”

“Actually, I quite like using barbarian soldiers. They have fewer thoughts and are more willing to risk their lives in a foreign land.”

“No, you like all the soldiers except the Yan soldiers. If you weren’t worried that this is Jin territory and that the barbarians had just slaughtered so many Jin people, you would even want barbarian soldiers.”

“You saw through me.”

“You didn’t hide it at all.”

“Okay, I’ll reflect on it.”

“Jin Shu Ke’s luck has improved. Sometimes, people’s lives are like this. If they seize the opportunity, they will rise.

Of course, some people have real skills and can rise by their own abilities.”

“Are you talking about yourself?”

Relying on a sword to turn the tables, getting rid of his identity as a down-and-out member of the Yu clan, his influence even surpassed that of the Jin Emperor, who had long been reduced to a puppet.

“I’m talking about him.”

“It’s different. In this world, there aren’t many people who can do what you did, using a sword to break through the shackles and fly up.

Take Jin Shu Ke, for example. If it weren’t for the fact that you were guarding the city gate at the East Gate, I wouldn’t have noticed him. If you hadn’t recommended him, I wouldn’t have promoted him to chiliarch at the beginning.

He might have died in some conflict, or in a skirmish with scouts.

It’s true that gold always shines, but there’s too much survivorship bias in that.”

“Survivorship bias?”

Obviously, the Sword Saint couldn’t understand the meaning of this sentence for a moment, but after thinking about it carefully, it really had a bit of that flavor.

“Crack!”

Just then,

a shattering sound came.

In a ox cart, sat an old man, next to the old man was a few small wine jugs, in front of the cart, one had just been smashed, with no liquid spilling from it.

After breaking the wine jug,

two women came running over from the wash area.

The two women's clothing were patched, one older, one could see the beauty from her youth, and even now, she still had a lot of style, and looked to be the old man's concubine.

One was young, though her clothing was normal, it couldn't hide her beauty, and she was likely the old man's daughter.

The old man's clothes were sloppy, but one could tell of a previous extravagance, and was probably from a well-off family, just that war ruined everything, and his wives and daughters have to rely on working for the Earl's mansion for the family.

The Blindman and Si Niang moved the Sheng Le people over, absorbing a lot of refugees on the road, snowballing into something large, and today, the people within Snow Sea Pass who came from Sheng Le city are the minority.

The old man smashed the wine jug, right onto the public road from the city gate, the wives and daughters immediately squatted down and started picking it up.

Luckily, the government army had already left the city, had they smashed it during the passage of the troops, who knows if they would have been grabbed for some crime.

To maintain stability, the Earl's manor has zero tolerance for troublemakers.

Those young are thrown into labor camps with the savage slaves, the old and useless are just shot to save food.

The punishments are cold, but it guarantees the peace in this construction site.

"Hahahaha!"

The old man opened a wine jug on the cart, holding it with both arms, but not being able to hold it steady, so he brought his mouth to the opening, drank a big gulp, then stomped his feet, yelling out.

"Hahahaha, Back then, when the Jin Marquis opened the borders, driving out the savages to build the country, what a sight that was, and now, upon the noble Jin stronghold, waves the banner of the Black Dragon!

This! Is Jin land! the home of the Three Jin! stomped upon by the Yan horse!"

"The ancestors are above!"

"The pioneers above!"

"You, you, you, and me! When we die, how can we meet them?"

The old man seemed drunk, and started drunken ramblings, yelling out treacherous words.

Sitting next to him, Sword Saint let out a sigh.

Zheng Fan didn't care, at his level, he didn't care for the words of a drunk old man.

Besides, the Sword Saint was sitting next to him, he should save some face.

"Earlier, I saw them putting up tents, and asked, and was told, that the barbarians were moving here! Hahahahaha!"

The old man continued laughing.

Then he lowered his head, took another drink.

Yelling out,

"What's wrong with the Jin lands, the Yan come, and run amok! The Savages come, and run amok! Now even the Barbarians will be stepping on us!"

At this time, the concubine stood and helped the old man, trying to tell him to stop.

These words, were really scary.

Who knew the old man would shake her away,

Continuing to yell out:

"What can't be said, what can't be said!"

"I will speak!"

"I must speak!"

"When my Great Jin was militarily defended by the Sutu in Snow Sea, protecting the south from the Chu!"

"When my Great Jin had Wen Ren starting academies, encouraging writing, so that the Jin literati didn't have to envy the upper capitals of the Great Qi!"

"When my Great Jin had the He Lian horse brigades traveling the world, connecting the north and south, Jin businesses connecting east and west, where the foreigners couldn't do business without the Jin tongue!"

"When my Great Jin had the Sword Saint, with a single sword...."

Speaking of the Sword Saint,

The old man stopped.

Zheng Fan paid special attention to the Sword Saint, and found that the Sword Saint didn't have an expression of saying "Quickly, tell me", and just had a self deprecating laugh.

"The He Lian Wen Ren families were destroyed, their businesses gone, their cultures severed! The Jin Emperor was brought to Yan, the halls and altars raided!"

"The Sutu is now Prince Cheng, running dog to the Yan!"

"And the Sword Saint!"

The old man stopped again, tears in his eyes.

Clearly, he had a lot of conflict in regards to the Sword Saint.

Finally,

the Old man let out a sigh:

"The Sword Saint is, after all, a man of the Jianghu, though he works for the Yan, he did take the fortress, and kill the savage dogs Si Tu Yi and Si Tu Jiong!

Before Snow Sea, a single sword destroyed a thousand riders, burying the savages there!

He is but a man of the Jianghu, he has done this much, and I respect him!"

Sword Saint closed his eyes at that.

Zheng Fan leaned back.

At this time, a troop of soldiers came out of the city, the leader being Xu You Cheng.

Zheng Fan remembered him, one of the defected Jin soldiers.

"What are you babbling about, you drunk old fool, get out!"

Xu You Cheng yelled.

The Old man's wives and daughters immediately went to Xu You Cheng to apologize.

Who knew the old man would laugh at Xu You Cheng, yelling.

"Speaking in a Jin tongue, but wearing Yan armor, carrying the Yan banner, you! You are a traitor!"

"You!"

Xu You Cheng was angry, and drew his sword.

As a traitor, he hated being called a traitor.

"General, please, spare my husband, he is drunk, he is drunk, I will bring him away, bring him away!"

The concubine kneeled on the floor.

The daughter grabbed onto Xu You Cheng's leg, afraid he would kill someone.

In the recent days, they had seen many people killed for the purpose of stiring up trouble.

"Pleading a fart, why plead with him!"

The old man continued to yell:

"Come! Little thief! Kill me! I am Yu! I am the patriarch of the Yu, come kill me!"

Patriarch?

That would be the family head of the Yu, making him the Sword Saint's patriarch.

Zheng Fan immediately looked at the Sword Saint, asking:

"You don't know him?"

Because the Sword Saint was also named Yu.

The Sword Saint shook his head, replying: "There are too many descendants of Yu, I am from a broken family, and am barred from the clan halls, and do not know him."

"However, he should be right, when the Jin Emperor was moving into Yan, I heard that there were Yu clan members who did not accompany him."

Zheng Fan trusted the Sword Saint, because there were so many named Yu, and him and his brother were quite poor, so they were equal to the civilians, the Jin Emperor didn't have much land.

And the Sword Saint himself did not like the Jin Emperor, and felt no pride in his family name, so when he was famous, he refused to spend time with them.

So, this old man refused to go to Yan, turning his nose up at living in luxury, and really showed backbone.

"Patriarch? Jin is destroyed, and the Yu have moved to Yan, why are you yelling now!"

Xu You Cheng shouted.

He yelled, but he didn't swing his sword, as he was well aware of the identity of this man, if he didn't handle it correctly, then he might cause trouble for his superiors, and it wasn't worth the worry.

The wives kept pleading, constantly kneeling.

But the old man continued,

Continuing to yell:

"The sons of the Three Jin have become dogs for others, where is the strength of the Three Jin riders!"

"Remember that your ancestors followed the Jin Marquis to chase the savages!"

"If it wasn't for the Yan, if it wasn't for the Marquis Jingnan, if it wasn't for the Earl Pingye, this would be a savage land, where you could be yelling!"

Xu You Cheng retorted.

In any case, the Yan had helped the Jin drive out the savages.

It has to be said, that seeing the savages and their destructive power had improved the image of the Yan to the Jin.

And it wasn't just the soldiers, the commoners felt that as well.

The Yan and Jin were not like the Savage and Barbarian, where you could easily tell them apart, and if they didn't speak, no one could tell where you were from.

Whoever could protect you from foreigners would gain a good impression.

Xu You Cheng continued yelling:

"This Snow Sea Pass was protected by us, and now that the barbarians are coming, the day we held Snow Sea, were mostly Jin soldiers!"

"You say we betray the ancestors, but I, Xu You Cheng, and the Jin soldiers will not kneel to the Savages, our swords, have all killed the Savages!"

"Hehe, the Savages are the wolves, and the Yan are the tigers, who is better?" The old man laughed.

"You ungrateful old fool!"

Xu You Cheng kicked away the begging women,

Yelling to his troops:

"Grab all of them, send them to the Earl's manor!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

At this time,

Sitting next to Zheng Fan, the Sword Saint said:

"Spare him."

The Sword Saint spoke.

Zheng Fan stood.

The Sword Saint knew, that asking Zheng Fan was no problem, as it was a small matter.

To the men below, it would be a serious matter, but to the Earl Pingye, it was a joke.

But he spoke, and Zheng Fan gave him face.

The Sword Saint knew, that asking him would be a debt, that had to be repaid.

Earl Pingye knew it as well, there was no need to bargain.

Zheng Fan went, yelling:

"Stop."

Immediately, all eyes were on the man wearing barbarian clothes.

Zheng Fan removed the hood, showing his face.

Xu You Cheng blanked, then kneeled:

"General greets Earl Pingye!"

Xu You Cheng's troops kneeled as well:

"Greetings to the Earl Pingye!"

Earl Pingye?

Around them, all the commoners kneeled as well.

In Snow Sea, the Earl Pingye was heaven.

The old man's wives knelt as well, shivering.

The Old man squinted his eyes, glancing at Zheng Fan, then lowered his head, and continued drinking.

Zheng Fan went to the cart, speaking:

"Why don't I get some food to go with the wine? It'll hurt to drink so much on an empty stomach."

"Tch, Do you need to act nice?"

"Insolence!"

Xu You Cheng shouted.

Zheng Fan raised his hand, telling him to be quiet.

The Old man laughed,

Speaking:

"What, forgiving me?"

The tone of that was asking to be hit.

Zheng Fan nodded, and spoke:

"I can tolerate a drunk old man's ravings."

The Old Man patted the jug, speaking:

"Fine, you're good, you're good, but I must yell at you! Yan dogs! Yan dogs! Yan dogs!"

Zheng Fan sighed, he wasn't angry at being yelled at.

He just pointed to the kneeling women, and spoke:

"You're old, and should be more considerate to your family."

"Heh."

The Old man narrowed his eyes, looking at Zheng Fan,

Speaking:

"Don't think that all Jin are greedy, scared to die."

Zheng Fan didn't want to speak, and turned to Xu You Cheng, speaking:

"Have this family live inside the city."

"Yes, Master."

The Old man listened to that, and smashed the wine jar on the ground, pointing at Zheng Fan and yelling:

"You're an Yan dog, but you're still magnanimous, the worth of burying 100,000 savages."

Zheng Fan turned around, looking at the Old man, pointing to his face, speaking:

"Are you praising me?"

"I have always thought, that a real Jin should be fair, and have a sense of honor!"

"You Yan steal my lands, move my alters, destroy my country, these are great debts!"

"You Yan drove away the savages, you and Marquis Jinan wiped them out, I can see the savages working as slaves, living worse than animals."

"You took revenge for those murdered by the savages, this is kindness!"

"Debts, I remember, it's a shame I'm too old, I can't lift a sword, so I'll have to rely on the next generation."

The Old man looked at Xu You Cheng and the others, and sneered.

"Hah, the next generation is finished as well."

"But I have to repay you for the kindness!"

Speaking,

The Old man pointed to the wives kneeling on the ground,

Speaking:

"These two aren't my wives, nor daughters, I was found by them, and they brought me to Snow Sea Pass."

"They, have problems."

Hearing this,

The two women suddenly raised their heads,

The older one even drew a soft sword from her waist.

Crap!

As the woman pulled her hand out,

Zheng Bo Ye immediately thought of a possibility,

Because there was a powerful intelligence agency whose members liked soft swords.

As a rank 6, Zheng Bo Ye released his Qi and blood,

And retreated!

Yes,

a rank 6 was no slouch, and was a small expert within the Jianghu.

But Zheng Bo Ye's first reaction was to retreat,

This was his land,

And he was surrounded by loyal troops.

Why should he show off?

Didn't Sun Ce die poorly?

Besides, the magic pill was watching the child, so it wasn't near him.

It wasn't that the pill was slacking off, Zheng Bo Ye just came out to get a taste of breakfast, never expecting to see the Sword Saint sending his son to school, and didn't plan on going outside the city.

Therefore,

For all the reasons,

Zheng Bo Ye retreated,

And ran to Xu You Cheng.

The woman drew the sword, planning on capturing Earl Pingye, and saw him run!

It was so fast!

At this time, Xu You Cheng roared, as he knew what to do, immediately swinging his blade to the woman, whose soft sword was deflected.

This was enough to show how weak the women were, no match to the average fighter.

Xu You Cheng swang her blade, and didn't kill her, instead, she grabbed her shoulder with her left hand, and kicked her legs, throwing her to the ground, pressing the blade to her neck.

The girl was pinned down by the soldiers around Xu You Cheng.

The scene was immediately brought under control.

It was so simple, that Zheng Bo Ye was awkward.

So, to hide it, Zheng Bo Ye went and picked up the soft sword, pouring Qi into it, straightening it.

Zheng Bo Ye gripped the sword, using his rank 6 power.

"Crack!"

And snapped it.

Then he casually dropped it to the floor,

And cleaned his hands.

After this, Zheng Bo Ye felt more awkward.

Breaking the sword seemed too easy, he should have used a blade.

Tsk,

Zheng Bo Ye was annoyed.

Luckily,

Everyone was too focused on the assassin to focus on Zheng Bo Ye's awkwardness.

The Old man on the cart,

Laughed.

Speaking:

"When I was sleeping, I heard them say, that they wanted to use my identity to see Earl Pingye, who knows where they learned that the Earl enjoyed widows."

Zheng Fan shook his head, bittering:

"Nonsense."

The silver armor liked to use this trick.

Silver armor seemed to like sending wives, Zheng Bo Ye had discussed it with the Blind Man, and asked if he was not good enough, and why he didn't get to enjoy it?

The Blind Man's answer shocked him, as he investigated Ke Shi, finding her a clean widow, and safe to keep near him.

The were always spies, so this was the need.

After all, when a man is successful, he can't control his own zipper.

Though, it was happening, the Silver Armor was coming, and bringing him gifts.

At this time, Zheng Bo Ye focused on the older women, she was good looking.

The Old man continued:

"You Pingye have defended Snow Sea, avenged the Jin, and though you're an Yan, I will acknowledge your kindness, therefore, I planned on having these wives die with me, to keep our honor, but since you're here, and forgiving me, I will have to tell you!"

Zheng Fan nodded, and bowed to the Old man:

"Please head to the city and rest, I will have a feast."

The Old man raised his hand,

Speaking:

"If I was greedy, I would have asked, why would I beat around the bush?"

"I am Yu, a clan leader, I will not be a dog of the Yan, nor will I enjoy the fortune!

Now, since they are captured, I ask you, Earl Pingye, to do one thing."

"Speak."

"I am old, and scared of pain, I have never had much trouble, and have lived a blurry life."

"Now, I won't try to gain favor, nor will I have your help, all I want, is a death!"

"Therefore,"

"I ask Earl Pingye to kill me!"

Zheng Fan hesitated, then nodded, speaking:

"It would be my honor."

No longer calling himself Earl, instead, "I".

The Old man quickly took a large sip, enjoying it:

"They say if you're drunk, you won't hurt, that's why they give you wine before death, I'll try to drink a lot, and not scream."

"Luckily, you're a big man, and are good with the blade, so I will have a worthy death!"

Zheng Fan grabbed a blade from the soldiers, and stood before the Old man.

The Old man stood up straight,

Yelling:

"Please protect Snow Sea, keeping my Jin from the Savage, and may you have a good life!"

Zheng Fan moved the blade,

"Puh!"

The Old man's head left his body, landing in Zheng Fan's hands.

Zheng Fan gave the head to Xu You Cheng,

Who grabbed it.

"In accordance to Jin...."

Zheng Fan hesitated,

And continued:

"A worthy burial."

And, the Sword Saint, who was kneeling to not seem different, bowed his head, and spoke:

"Worthless descendant Yu Hua Ping, sends Patriarch on his way."

-

Readers have been talking to me.

Seeing that the readers follow me, I am grateful, and honored to have them.

The Descent of Magic, I plan to write long, and will be my longest book, it's at 1.72 million words, but feels like it is at the start.

Though it is about fighting, I would rather write about small characters, so it seems more realistic.

The contract is until 2019, so there are 3 years left, and I will try my best to finish the book here, please rest assured, and the cute ones can place their luggage down.

Finally,

as a shut in, you may call me a fatty.

I hope every writer can have an equal treatment and respect.

And may the world be more beautiful.