Time flies, in the blink of an eye, ten years had passed.
Great Chu, Guangling Prefecture, Jiangdu.
In a tea house within the city, a group of weary peddlers and porters crowded around a small stall, drinking the coarse bitter tea, all looking towards the man at the center.
Clad in a patched blue-cloth garment and sporting a goat beard on his chin, the Storyteller took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, then slapped down on the table, "Yesterday, I left off mentioning how, in the forty-fourth year of Shenwu, the Emperor led his host of Primordial Divine Generals and Daoist Immortals to launch the fourth Northern Expedition to subjugate the Heroes of Yuzhou.
Indeed, the Emperor truly lived up to his name of Shenwu. Facing him, the Heroes of Yuzhou crumbled like petals in the wind, and within merely three to four months, they were chased out of Yuzhou.
They didn't even last half a year before they were completely obliterated by the might of Great Chu's celestial army.
