"Are you certain, all of them?"
Fang Qingyun repeated the question.
He had several exchanges and conversations with Mr. Xu recently and found him quite agreeable. Indeed, the man possessed considerable talent; it was only a pity that his background limited his perspective, requiring him to relearn much. Nevertheless, given time, Mr. Xu would undoubtedly accomplish great things.
Adding Tang Ruoshan to that, even if his meridians were damaged, he could still be of use, but as for the others, there was little understanding.
"I am certain!"
Chen Sansi's voice boomed.
Not far away, General Zhao of Liangzhou glanced over and reminded kindly, "Young man, my soldiers from Liangzhou may not compare to the Eight Camps, but they are all battle-hardened."
"Please excuse me, General Zhao."
Chen Sansi bowed with his hands clasped: "I was merely speaking out of habit about my former comrades."
"There's nothing to excuse,"
