"Now, the people under heaven all believe that our Great Qin will recuperate and rest."
"Yet we shall use this understanding to swiftly mobilize and dispatch our troops."
Li Guanyi looked up ahead, and everything before his eyes seemed to become illusory, as if transformed into a land crisscrossed, where heroes of the world raced upon it, resembling the black and white colors, with swords and blades clashing and constantly colliding.
The Turkic, the Western Regions, the Southwest, the Central Plains, the Wolf King, Emperor Chen, Emperor Ying, Red Emperor.
Heroic figures rising one after another.
Extolling the grandeur and heroism of this world.
He seemed to see Jiang Gao, to see Jiang Su.
