“Zhang Nanhai?”
Ye Fan repeated.
He remembered the name.
When Ye Fan arrived under the World Tree, warriors all over the world had given up on surviving for mankind.
Only this man named Zhang Nanhai is still working hard, looking for light in the darkness, and trying his best to find a way out for mankind.
“Well, I know him.”
“He truly is a hero,”
“Whether what he did was successful or not, he did it.”
“In this aspect alone, he has surpassed countless people in the world.”
“But, I still say the same thing.”
“The power of the World Tree cannot be resisted by human beings.”
“As long as Zhang Nanhai doesn’t break through the shackles of mankind, I’m afraid it will still be difficult to resist the World Tree.”
Ye Fan said in a deep voice.
But Jiang Yuqing sneered.
“I knew you would say that.”
“When you face the achievements of others, what you think of is not appreciation, but belittlement and denial.”
“To put it bluntly, don’t you think that my brother Nanhai has robbed you of your glory and taken away your glory?”
“So, you don’t think favorably of my brother Nanhai, question him, and belittle him.”
“Besides, in your heart, you must also be wishing that my brother Nanhai would fail.”
“Cousin, although you and I don’t have much contact.”
“However, this still does not prevent me from understanding you.”
“As I said just now, you don’t have a mind for the world. Your poor life since childhood has limited your vision and mind.”