Inside the small villa, with no outsiders present, Ping Hongzhen caught his breath and tried to steady his mood, only to realize with a bitter pang that he could no longer scold Jiao Feiyue as recklessly as before. On the contrary, he had to look out for Jiao Feiyue's feelings and spare his pride.
There is a certain timeliness to the mechanics of power, and everything hinges on that single word: "timely."
An peerless martial artist wielding divine weapons can sweep away all enemies under heaven, but in his old age, he must find a successor to pass down his supreme arts and bestow his weapons, so that the successor can use those divine weapons to protect him in his twilight years and keep him safe from petty villains.
Chapter 422