Xie Lingyun watched the departing Prince Pingbian, a hint of worry in her eyes: "Father, we're in big trouble!"
"Trouble is inevitable; it won't change because of anything." Xie Xuan's voice was relaxed: "Besides, we have fifty thousand elite troops and the royal dynasty's great fortune. Even if Zhang Shicheng truly becomes a dragon and reaches the eleventh tier, we might still have the ability to gamble everything in a fight."
"What does Zhang Chen say?" Prince Pingbian's eyes turned to Xie Lingyun, showing a hint of inquiry.
Xie Lingyun replied: "He wants to meet you personally. He said that even if that old loach transforms into a dragon and steps into the twelfth tier, we have a way to slay him."
"Did he really say that?" Xie Xuan's eyes flashed with brilliance.
He still believed in Zhang Chen's words, after all, when Zhang Shicheng was halfway transforming into a dragon, he had already stepped into tier ten, but wasn't it still overturned?
