"Three hundred thousand soldiers hidden in deep mountains, their loyal hearts as fervent as their courage in the chill of night.
Buried in the quiet valley, is there any regret? Yet their heroic names do not pass on through the ages!"
"Hmph, I didn't expect to encounter the Grand Libationer of Shang Country's Literary Pavilion here of all places."
Just then, a group of more than ten people approached.
Leading them was none other than Diwu Wei.
He bore a dense aura of malevolence along with a certain arrogance unique to those in high positions, radiating superiority.
He strode forward, stepping over the corpses on the ground as if they were mere weeds, not caring in the slightest.
Upon seeing the newcomers, the Scholar in a Confucian Robe's gaze sharpened, "Diwu Wei!"
