Zhang Chen glanced at Zhou Qiucheng upon hearing this, a trace of inexplicable emotion in his eyes.
Zhou Qiucheng never intended to save the masses within Jinling City; he merely wanted to rescue the aristocracy of Jinling City.
Upon hearing Zhou Qiucheng's words, Zhang Chen sighed quietly, "The aristocracy within Jinling City is of no use to me. They all look down on me as a commoner. Why should I save them? Moreover, trying to lead so many people out of the demon race's encirclement is no small task. Sir, you overestimate me. Trying to take these people out might require a great sacrifice. Could it be that sir thinks I have nothing better to do?"
Hearing Zhang Chen's words, Zhou Qiucheng could only offer a bitter smile, recalling the time when Prince Pingyang had scolded Zhang Chen, leaving him speechless.
He felt ashamed and naturally could not continue to ask for help.
