Ge Liang spoke with enthusiasm, but suddenly, something crossed his mind as he looked at Wang Hu, unable to help but sigh, "What a pity, what a pity you were born too late."
"Had you been born twenty years earlier and joined the army when the great king was just starting out, you might have had the chance to become a disciple of the great king and a pupil of the Heavenly Son."
"Now in the great army, which military officer or general isn't a disciple of the great king?"
"Such a pity, such a pity."
As he spoke, Ge Liang's face showed a touch of desolation, and it was unclear whether he felt pity for Wang Hu or for himself.
Back when Lu Yuan started his career, due to his grassroots background, there were too few capable and trustworthy confidants under his command.
To resolve this dilemma, they had no choice but to select soldiers with potential from the army and take them as sect disciples, teaching them martial arts and nurturing them as confidants.
