"Yes, general."
"Come with us!"
Ma Xiaoru shook her head. She wanted to be alone tonight and reflect on the last five years. When she finally returned her room, she stared at Wang Tong's picture beside her bed, where it had been for five years.
"Jerk! A*shole! " Ma Xiaoru cursed in her mind. She wanted to cry it all out, the loneliness and sorrow of the five long years.
Both Li Shiming and Li Ruoer were stunned when they heard the astonishing news. The elated cheers of their soldiers finally pulled their thoughts back to reality.
After the celebration, Li Shiming finally got a moment to reflect on the development. He marveled at the tremendous influence Wang Tong still had on the human world. In the minds of the public, Wang Tong was their only hope in defeating Patroclus, since he had done it once before.
