"It's over." Fa Zheng wore an expression of resignation, clutching his head with both hands and smacking it against the desk. Just a moment ago, Guo Jia absolutely triggered something unexpectedly again.
"Hahaha, don't worry, I think half of this big mess is due to the Northern Huns." Guo Jia laughed and said.
This time, the perceptive civil officials in the room all clearly sensed a certain fluctuation, glanced at Guo Jia, and then silently turned away, not liking to talk to such people. An inadvertent comment might attract trouble, and heaven forbid they encounter a jinx, and die from an accident.
"..." Chen Xi's mouth twitched, "Fengxiao, are you able to control your spiritual talent now? I see you didn't cough up blood and managed such a big feat."
"Haha, it's been so many years, I've learned the triggering conditions; how could I not come up with a solution?" Guo Jia sneered.
