Who wouldn't want to capture Lü Ping and bring him back to the Capital City as soon as possible?
But the towering closed gates of the city are not so easy to breach; it all depends on stacking lives.
Lu Ziyuan couldn't act so hastily, disregarding the lives of soldiers for his own accomplishments.
He reached out to massage his brow, impatiently said, "Everyone, leave."
The sound of arguments immediately stopped. Several generals looked at each other, bowed, and retreated.
The tent quieted down.
Lu Ziyuan slightly closed his eyes, his lips tightly pressed together, wearing an uncomfortable expression.
Lately, he kept having a dream, and upon waking, he couldn't remember the scenes in the dream, only the lingering feelings of pain and despair, lasting for a long time without fading.
Even though he couldn't remember what it was about, the pain seemed deeply embedded in his bones, inseparable.
It was difficult for him to describe the feeling.
