"An ordinary person, even if they maintain their body in the healthiest condition, it becomes impossible for immortals to save them once they catch a terminal illness. The Zhenqin Corps serves as the antibiotics, yet they have to be cautious of this and that; it's driving me insane."
Wang Yetao also couldn't help but complain.
"Prince Tuo has worked hard."
Jiang Fuyan bowed to the Zhenqin Corps, and the other governors slightly bowed as well.
Indeed.
Without encountering problems, nobody experiences the hardships.
In the past, martial artists even envied the Zhenqin Corps because they didn't need to go to the wet environment, and they had special training locations prepared by the Divine Cabinet, allowing them to advance comfortably.
But who would have thought that the Zhenqin Corps would become a scalpel.
They must cut away the tumors of the Divine Land, without hurting its lifeline.
Compared to real knives and guns,
going undercover truly drains one's energy.
