C132 A Slap Wound

As the thought crossed his mind, Jing Chong couldn't help but let out a wry smile. The idea that one could be considered a sage simply by enjoying a life of ease was utterly preposterous. In a world where strength was the ultimate currency, such a notion was laughable.

Even in the small confines of Blood Razor Keep, let alone the vast expanse of the Western Wilds