"What, you still want to run off to the Northern Bastion Royal Palace to kill people?" Moya continued to taunt Wei Zhuang.
"Who cares about her!" Knowing he was being toyed with, Wei Zhuang withdrew his sword intent and feigned indifference, though inwardly he kept plotting how to sneak into the Royal Court of the Northern Bastion and slaughter that good-for-nothing Zhao Jia, a wretch whose very throne of Zhao had been snatched away from him.
"One is the current Junior Preceptor, the other is an assassin who cannot see the light of day. If I had to choose, I know who I'd pick!"
Chapter 752