"A small nation like Wu Zhou, with national destiny yet to span a thousand years, to produce a prodigy like you—this king will remember her." The Gu Nest hung suspended in mid-air, speaking indifferently.
Hearing the arrogance in those words, Lu Bei let out a cold snort, feeling quite disdainful in his heart.
*If you're uncultured, just admit it. Why put on this detached act? If you have the guts, go stand outside the Great Benevolent Temple and say that again, and see how those bald donkeys deal with you.*
Chapter 561