"I don't understand what you're talking about." Ying Zheng shook his head.
"I suppose mother talked about the Martial Dao Power to you, right?" Zhao Feng turned his head, his gaze teasingly falling on Ying Zheng.
"Haha." Ying Zheng laughed twice, the meaning quite clear.
"Dad, what do you think the martial arts are like?" Zhao Feng asked with a smile.
"The first time I saw it, Qi'er was able to lift a fake mountain weighing dozens of stone at just a few years old." Ying Zheng said with some sentiment.
"Do you know, if I weren't your son, what kind of nation would be established after I defend Baiyue and sweep the world?" Zhao Feng asked rhetorically again.
Ying Zheng said nothing, looking at Zhao Feng.
"I will establish a nation of martial arts."
"Above Shenzhou, all my subjects can cultivate, strengthening the nation with martial arts, my dynasty will last for eternity." Zhao Feng's voice revealed a kind of ambition and majesty.
