Li Tianxing let out a sneer, his black robes snapping in the wind. A pressure that surpassed even that of a Saint Master erupted from him, outshining even Meng Qingcheng.
"Little Meng, what does your father's disappearance have to do with me? As for you, abandoning your post to run from the Southern Territory to the Capital Palace to protect this bastard—that is true treason!"
"We are both War Marshals," Meng Qingcheng retorted, not yielding an inch. "If you can abandon the Southern Territory, why can’t I?"
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