"To become the King of the Eastern Sea!?"
"My lord, please don't overthink it! I only wish to be a soldier under your command, for life!"
"Even if I, Chen Dao, were to die, I would die on the lands of Northern Liao. I would never become the King of the Eastern Sea!"
Fearing that Ye Ling might misunderstand, Chen Dao quickly spoke up.
Ye Ling glanced at him and said with a smile, "I was just asking; why are you so agitated?"
"After following me for so long and shedding blood and sweat for Northern Liao, how could I think ill of you?"
Hearing this, Chen Dao sighed in relief, yet he still spoke earnestly, "My lord, I speak the truth when I say I have no desire to be the King of the Eastern Sea."
"What's so good about that Eastern Sea anyway? Northern Liao is much better!"
Hearing his words, Ye Ling shook his head and smiled, choosing not to say more.