"I am my own bargaining chip," Tang Fei spoke up.
"Oh?"
Shen Wuxiang looked thoughtfully at Tang Fei and asked, "Have you comprehended the Dao?"
"I comprehended it long ago."
"What Dao did you comprehend?"
"Even a Great Grandmaster will die when killed."
"Makes sense."
"Indeed, it makes a lot of sense."
Shen Wuxiang looked around and said sarcastically, "So, are you planning to have those pieces of scrap metal surround me?"
"They are not pieces of scrap metal, they are my brothers through life and death," Tang Fei retorted, "In front of the Military Minister, why still hide? Everyone should come out and show themselves."
As soon as he finished speaking, snow-white ice flowers formed in the air, and even the branches and tiles were covered with frost.
The seaside air was humid, filled with a lot of Water Element, and this frost was catalyzed by a fierce, murderous Sword Intent.
Except for that round table.
