At this moment, Qin Fan was just the opposite of him. His ears were full of Hou Jing's arrogant laughter. His face was somber, his eyes full of gloom, feeling the terror of Hou Jing's martial spirit. The fists tightly clenched in his sleeves slightly trembled, perhaps out of fear, confusion, or guilt, with all sorts of emotions piling up in his heart, indescribable.
"Back then Zhao Yulong said I was born lowly, destined never to rise. Now, I, Ziyu Cheng Yuduan, have already led the great army back to Hexi, ostensibly joining hands with Great Jin against New Moon Cult, but in reality, planning to ally with New Moon Cult against Jin. Sikong Yue has promised to cede Yongzhou to the Hou Clan afterward. Once I destroy your Qinjian Villa and annex Jizhou, the Hou Clan will unify Ji and Yong provinces, fighting for supremacy with Great Jin. Qin Fan, tell me, who exactly is born lowly!"
