C588 Zhang Five Hundred and Seventy-nine, the Emperor Is No Longer in Power.
Chen Ming glanced at Luan Shengtian. His mind had been clouded by greed. Of course, Chen Ming reckoned it was mostly because he had killed the white-haired ghost that made him so furious.
He sat on the bluestone and poured himself a cup of fruit wine. Raising his head, he took a sip.
The battle was still going on in front of him. Chen Ming glanced at the array behind him