Song Lin's purpose may be more utilitarian, but his admiration comes from the bottom of his heart.

This kind of admiration is not based on realm or magic, but on his spirit of doing what he knows is impossible.

"The Tao is not good enough, so I ride on a raft and float in the sea. I think there is no hope for the country of Wu. It doesn't matter. Since the master of the Tao has such a will, I will sacrifice my life to accompany him."

Yang Qandao also had disciples, disciples, and the influence of the imperial court.

He could recommend some people to be officials, and he could also ask people to assist the King of England and add support to him.

"Thank you, old lady."

Song Lin knew that he had convinced Yang Qandao.

His magic is so powerful that he can kill ten thousand old men like Yang Qandao with one finger.

But against such a man of integrity, force is absolutely useless. Even if he is crushed to pieces, his integrity will not be destroyed at all.

Looking at the old man's body that was only a few years old, Zhengxin, who had been through it all, couldn't help but advise:

"Brother, it's better to take care of your body first. Don't be in a hurry and take care of it slowly."

Yang Qandao shook his head and refused, smiling heartily:

"I can't wait. The general trend of the world is that you wait for me to wait. It has been like this for thousands of years."
Chapter completed!