"You're talking nonsense. I don't even know you. Smelly kid, take a look at yourself. Do you think you're worthy of my daughter?"
At this moment, he still felt that he had to rely on himself for this matter. The Qinglian Sword Sect couldn't bring themselves to speak.
So now he was thinking of relying on his own strength to ruthlessly humiliate him. In his view, although Liu Chen had some skills, the gap between him and the Cold Wind Fortress was substantial.
Yang Zhenkun was determined to have his daughter marry the young master of Cold Wind Fortress, completely ignoring Liu Chen.
His affection for Cold Wind Fortress was primarily due to the ten-year longevity pills they offered, which gave him the hope of extending his life by ten years.
In his eyes, Liu Chen was merely a martial artist who could fight a bit better, thinking that spending five million this time was truly a waste. He thought it might have been more effective to hire mercenaries instead.
