Gong Qiang laughed softly. He was not anxious at all. He lifted his head and looked at Ji Fengyan. "Humans are so pitiful. Ji Fengyan, since you have the power, know that as a powerful person, your goal should be the highest position. The internal conflict within the Free Valley is nothing to you." He raised his hand slightly. His gaze swept round the shelves that lined the room. The rows of shelves displayed his "collection" of many years.
"In the end, the Free Valley is nothing but a refuge for a group of pathetic worms. Chi Tong is nothing to me, much less Meng Fusheng. This place is merely for me to recuperate and build up my strength. Otherwise, why would I allow Fu Guang City and Yan Luo Dian to run amok under my nose?"
As he spoke, Gong Qiang darted his gaze to Ji Fengyan. A flame burned in his eyes.
