The villa's living room had a somewhat serious atmosphere.0

Shi Qianzhang and Liu Yunzhi stood with their hands behind their backs. They tried their best to appear calm, yet they inevitably looked a little stiff. On the tea table before them, cups and plates were scattered in disarray, and the lingering smell of wine still hung in the air.0

Several elderly men with graying hair, dressed in military uniforms, sat upright on the sofa beside Chi Ling. Wang Sheng sat to the side, receiving their concise but forceful praise. One said he was courageous beyond comparison, while another said he embodied the spirit of dedication and sacrifice, serving as a role model for cultivators of the new era.0

Wang Sheng felt slightly awkward. At the time, he had been only a second away from Yaoyun sending him back home. In truth, there had been no lofty spirit of "holding the line even if it meant death" or "sacrificing himself." He had merely done his best until exhaustion forced him to fall back.0

Nevertheless, he chose not to correct this beautiful misunderstanding. Explaining himself would be troublesome, and the elders would certainly just dismiss it as modesty. As the forefathers once said, excessive humility was no different from...0