Chapter 226 The Frost Estate Sets Its Plan in Motion

• Fang Nanshan finished speaking, dropped the Weston King, and walked away. He was crying—a town-securing general, crying. Decades guarding the frontier, he had never shed a tear, not even when he almost died in an enemy’s hands time and again.
• Right then.
• Fang Nanshan threw back his head and let out a sky-splitting roar. He pulled out a gleaming castration knife and slashed his own hand. A whole finger, bright red, dropped clean off.