"Feng'er, you need not worry about the battles of the mundane world anymore. Just do what you need to do."
"In the mortal world, father will conquer it for you." Ying Zheng turned his head to look at Zhao Feng, speaking earnestly.
Upon hearing this!
Zhao Feng did not say much, merely nodding emphatically, understanding that this was the utmost his father could do.
...
Crown Prince's Mansion!
Martial Arts Arena.
The surroundings were guarded by loyal troops, and within the arena, five hundred people dressed in black gathered.
"We pay respects to the master."
When Zhao Feng arrived, all five hundred Yan Court Secret Agents knelt and bowed.
They.
Were truly the elite among the Yan Court.
Each one's cultivation was above the Innate Seventh Layer, not far from the Grandmaster Realm.
Of course.
With the spread of Martial Arts and the resources supplied by Qin, the Grandmaster Realm was considered nothing remarkable.
"Rise."
