Bai Zhu stared at Jun Wu Xie in a dumbfounded manner. In his mind, countless images appeared at this moment.
At that time, he had just attained the position of the White Night City Lord. When the White Night City was in trouble, he was fortunate to have several confidants left by his father, which aided him through the most difficult years. After the White Night City was stable, his strength had also been stable. He could still remember that day where he hosted a banquet and invited the elders to drink together. But alas, he poisoned the drinking water.
Great achievers neglect small details.
This was what Bai Zhu had always believed in. No matter whether it was a danger on the surface or a possible threat, he would not hesitate to eradicate it.
