Pei Xiong led the thousand soldiers and stood quietly beside Marquis Lingyou.
He bowed his head, saying nothing.
Instinctively, he couldn't help but tighten his grip on the sword hilt.
Will the Three Prefectures face a great disaster?
Will the Mortal World become desolate?
His heart trembled slightly, forcefully suppressing the turmoil within, he slowly raised his head and said: "If Marquis' dojo could advance further and expand, you could be promoted to Duke Wei Ling! But to be crowned king, it requires many years of accumulation..."
"Steadfast effort, diligent practice, accumulation over time, that is what mediocre people do! We, as men of honor, keep our talents hidden, wait for the right moment, and when the opportunity arises, we soar to great heights. Why bother with accumulation?"
