Zhang Gaqi chased behind the carriage while Zhang Chen sat inside, watching Zhang Gaqi's receding figure and couldn't help but shake his head silently.
"What do you think of Zhang Gaqi?" Zhong Wubai followed Zhang Chen's gaze to the running Zhang Gaqi, and asked.
Zhang Chen was silent for a while before speaking: "A fool caught in the endless entanglement and struggle between ideals and reality!"
Zhong Wubai heard this and was silent. It took three to five breaths before he withdrew his gaze: "A very accurate assessment!"
In the imperial city, the oppressive force against Divine Power was intense, and Zhang Gaqi had no choice but to follow behind the carriage in pursuit: "Zhang Chen, do you know what it means if you return to the Zhang Family? Zhang Chen, you're a smart person; you must think clearly and consider the big picture!"
Zhang Chen lowered the curtain of the carriage, sighed deeply, and his voice was filled with inexplicable emotion: "Truly makes one conflicted!"
