"What about being a prisoner? I haven't lost my strength. I can still fight. I can still fight for my lord!" Zhou Tai spoke with a mix of sorrow and determination, then solemnly bowed to Hua Tuo and Zhang Zhongjing, "Thank you both for healing me. I shall now head north to guard the frontier for our country."
Zhou Tai dared not think about Sun Ce's situation after his defeat. The proud youth, the man who pacified Eastern Wu and governed the Jingchu region, must be living in agony now.
And as for the heroic and ever-confident Zhou Yu, he probably fared no better. Of their former comrades in arms, how many still walked the mortal world? Zhou Tai suddenly realized, in a daze, that he awoke too late and missed too much.
"Cough, cough, I was just teasing you just now," Zhang Jii poked his head out again and said, "Sun Bofu is indeed in the north fighting the Huns, but he's completely fine."
