Guo Si, pointing at the wounds on his own body, questioned one by one, prompting Zhang Ji and Fan Chou to involuntarily remember the glorious years gone by. Thinking of the current rift between the four men, they couldn't help but feel a tinge of sorrow. They were brothers who would once shield each other from swords—when did it all change to this?
"We are brothers, brothers who would take a blade for each other!" Guo Si extended his hand toward the two, "Perhaps we previously had bad thoughts for various reasons, for various accidents, but those were just misunderstandings caused by trivial matters. We both understand each other's loyalty! We are still brothers!"
"Aduo, just speak frankly." Zhang Ji placed his hand on Guo Si's hand, "I indeed have had other thoughts, but hearing you say this, I am willing to trust you, no matter what it's about this time, I am willing to believe! We are brothers!"
