Hong Luoyu's eyes briefly brightened, and he laughed as he clapped his hands:
"This statement really has some flavor."
"However, how do you plan to do it?"
Wang Anfeng said softly:
"If I were to use Yuchi's method, it would inevitably involve the tactics of forming alliances, which ultimately are just means of using the weak to overcome the strong and manipulating human sentiment. But I am different from him."
"I am already strong."
Wang Anfeng stood atop the grand hall, holding the relics of his parents; although his expression was gentle, it was unusually spirited.
Hong Luoyu was slightly stunned, then burst into laughter.
That day, Wang Anfeng descended the mountain at night.
The Red Cliff Sect Leader was a tall and strong man.
