A contest of wits depends on the strength of those playing:
intelligence, money, manpower, resources, luck...
Not one can be lacking.
There are only two great powers in the world:
the old guard and the rising forces.
When they meet on a narrow road, a clash at the summit is inevitable.
This has nothing to do with good and evil, nor the slightest connection to chivalry.
Every victory is paved with blood and human nature, each move cutting deeper and claiming lives...
There is only one God above. Who can He afford to favor?
The Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower? The Youqiao Group? The Six and a Half Hall? The Six Doors? The Zhao family's throne? The people of the world...
Some are destined to oppose one another; others are forced into it...
Then let the world be our chessboard. Make every move without regret, and fight for dominion over all!
He actually said that Chaochao is a green-shelled scorpion...
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