"After a century of friendship, I would like to advise you to just swallow your anger and everyone will be happy."

"What do you mean?" Commander Zhao's tone became increasingly cold.

"You are lucky that your son can survive." The old Taoist Feng Lun sighed and said, "The old Taoist's direct disciple also offended him and ended up with his Dantian broken and his meridians cut off."

"Is that disciple of yours dismissed because of him?" Commander Zhao said with a slightly strange tone.

"Exactly." Feng Lun did not deny it.

"You don't hate him?" Commander Zhao asked aloud.

"I dare not hate him." Feng Lun's tone was complicated.

"Who is he?"

"Don't speak outright."

"Feng Lun..." Commander Zhao's voice suddenly turned cold and he said, "Are you trying to scare this general for him?"

"It's up to you." The old Taoist Feng Lun responded in this way, took away his official seal, cut off his magic power, shook his head, sighed, and whispered: "The only son was deposed, such a bloody person, so angry that he fainted, but now the old Taoist words,
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