On the right, a man stood: nine feet tall, hair two feet long, a face like a red date, with phoenix eyes and silkworm eyebrows. Tall and upright, imposing and awe-inspiring, he squinted slightly, resembling a god overlooking mortals from the heavens.
"Hehe."
The man whose hands reached past his knees was Liu Bei. He smiled slightly:
"If you, Cao Mengde, can come, why can't I, Liu Bei?"
"You, a mere mat-weaver and sandal seller, dare to come here."
Cao Mengde had yet to speak.
A refined man with a feather fan and a gauze scarf glanced at Liu Bei, sneering:
"What makes you think Ding Ling would choose you? What do you have to win over Ding Ling?"
"Hann Sui."
Behind Liu Bei, a round-eyed man was enraged:
"You're asking for death!"
With a shake of his snake spear, he intended to pierce Hann Sui.
