The Money Markets Of The World Must Be Killed!

Fan Xian looked silently at Yun Zhilan in front of him and unexpectedly thought of the first time he had seen this sword master in Jingdou's Royal Palace. At that time, he was an inexperienced young man who had just ventured into the politics of the three countries for the first time. The reputation of the first disciple of the Sword Hut had already spread throughout the world. He was the main figure in the Dongyi diplomatic group.

Six years had passed. Fan Xian had become one of the most powerful people in the world. Even Yun Zhilan had to kneel before him and express his loyalty to him. The changing of time was deeply moving.

Fan Xian didn't know what Sigu Jian did before he died or how he convinced the stubborn Yun Zhilan, but he could sense there was not much falseness in Yun Zhilan's attitude. He understood these warriors, who endlessly explored the way of martial arts. Once they decided on something, it was difficult for them to go back on their word.