The child, clearly trembling with fear, even gagging, yet still forcing himself to maintain authority;
Little did he know, by now, not many people cared whether he had authority.
It can only be said,
as a mere ant beneath the sky,
is anyone's life truly easier than another's?
Looking around,
Zheng Fan placed his right hand on his waist,
and for the first time truly felt the real "chill" behind the words "the sunset is like blood, and the landscape is like a painting."
"Tired?"
Tian Wujing asked.
Zheng Fan shook his head,
and said:
"Not tired."
Then,
Zheng Fan added:
"But I'd like to take a bath."
...
Five days after the massacre at Jade Plate City, Zheng Fan encountered the migration team from Shengle by the Wang River.
The team was so large, it even alarmed the nearby garrison.
Within this migration team, five thousand Shengle soldiers were immediately enveloped.
