The mountain wind roared.
Yet, it couldn't extinguish the blazing anger in Ning Chen's heart.
"Ha!"
Ning Chen turned around, staring at Mu Ying's departing figure, "As I said earlier, I, Ning Chen, will personally cut down this piece of trash."
"I'm looking forward to Mr. Ning's performance."
Mu Ying did not look back, gazing at the crescent moon on the horizon, he murmured, "I hope my guesses are all correct."
"The event from fifty years ago was never truly settled."
At this point, a hopeful expression appeared on the old Mansion Master's face, "Moreover, it's about time for another storm within Yuning Mountain."
"Chen Changsheng, oh Chen Changsheng, don't let me down."
The following day.
The news of Murong Shenjiang being chased to death by Chen Yang spread overnight, becoming more intense, from the upper-class gates to the commoners, everyone was fervently discussing it.
At the same time, it was finalized that the northern foreigners would hold a banquet tonight.
