"Why ask again, what good is asking?" Situ Yi shouted, "Just do good deeds, don't ask about the future!"
He clasped his hands together, and dozens of warships were manipulated to crash into each other, blooming into heroic sparks in the dark void of space. This man, usually unfathomable and capricious, now laughed heartily, like a veteran general who has suddenly become enlightened and laid down his slaughtering blade.
Gongsun Ce's mood was somewhat complex; he couldn't help but wish for this to be true. If these four could always walk together, if someone could tread the non-existent righteous path, if he truly returned to the past, and truly change history...
But he knows this is an illusion in a false world; history cannot be changed, nor should it be. He took a breath and pulled the reins of the black horse: "It's rare to see you happy listening to opera… Now, focus, ignore the peons, the real deal is coming!"
