"General is invincible!"
"General Zhou is invincible..."
"Long live General Zhou!"
Zhou Ping'an rode a white horse into the city gate tower, followed by Xiao Chengfeng and others. He was genuinely pleased with the heartfelt cheers from the common folk.
Then, he heard someone chant "Long live."
The arm that had been waving slowly suddenly froze, and the aura on his body crashed down violently, almost causing the white horse beneath him to collapse.
He turned his head to look.
Right there, not far from his side, was a dirty-faced little boy about eight or nine years old, jumping and shouting at the top of his lungs.
Totally oblivious to the fact that the common folk around him had turned pale and kept their distance from him.
Zhou Ping'an was slightly startled, dismounted his horse, walked up to the little boy, tousled his hair, and said with a smile, "Your cry is not bad, but you can't chant 'Long live.'"
"Why can't I chant it?"
