The people in the next room seemed to be young men. Perhaps they'd had a bit to drink, as they were quite excited and chattering endlessly.
Li Ji found it too noisy and was about to find a quieter spot.
"Wu, if you make it big in the future, don't you forget about us friends!"
"They all say Prince Zhao's martial arts are unparalleled and that he's slain countless enemies, praising him like he's some kind of War God. But in my opinion, Wu is in no way inferior to Prince Zhao!"
"That's right! When Wu returns victorious, he'll surely be made a prince or marquis, even more glorious than that Prince Zhao!"
"Come, come, let's all toast Wu! May his campaign be unstoppable, and may he slaughter the rebel army until not a single man is left standing!"
Li Ji hadn't expected to hear his own name mentioned from the next room, and he couldn't help but pause.
Hua Manman was very curious. 'Who is this person they call Wu? To think he could be compared to Prince Zhao.'
