"That man... I don't know what his plan is. We'd better not speculate."

Patriarch Zhao looked at the others around him, nodded and said something that made the Rongs more confused.

"Yes." The bald middle-aged man on the other side echoed, "Talents like them are moody. Maybe because of something, he will promote someone or kill someone. We should pay attention to our words in order to avoid getting ourselves in trouble."

This bald man was Rong Zhenxing's ...