standing in a brightly lit building, there are all kinds of colored lights hanging on the outside of the building. The degree of their flicker and transformation is fast catching up with that of the three floors of modern neon lights. Chu zhaoyue looks at the entrance of the building. The plaque, which is golden by all kinds of colored lights, can't help but draw the corners of his eyes. Suddenly, there is no speech.

in the daytime, he was taken to his residence to rest by Zhan Wuliang. In the mouth of the man who suddenly became extremely popular, Chu zhaoyue knew a lot about the Warring States and...