At this moment!
The atmosphere in the council hall was grave and oppressive. The heavy doors were tightly shut, sealing out the clamor beyond.
These Huai West generals were closely bound to one another. Years of fighting side by side had made them seem like a single body.
Chang Mao was not usually a reckless man, but in this council hall filled with the Huai West faction, the dissatisfaction he had suppressed for so long burst forth like a breached dam, impossible to contain any longer.
His eyes widened as his hands unconsciously clenched into fists. In fierce words, he poured out all the resentment in his heart, his voice echoing through the hall. Had outsiders been present, cautious as he was, he would never have acted so freely.
But there were no outsiders now, so Chang Mao naturally had fewer reservations.
Feng Sheng sat quietly in the seat of honor, leaning slightly forward with his hands folded atop the table, listening to Chang Mao with perfect calm.
Once Chang Mao had finished, Feng Sheng did not grow angry as the others expected. Instead, he raised his head slightly and looked toward the distant past.
After a long while.
A look of melancholy, even sorrow, slowly appeared on Feng Sheng's face. It was the helplessness of a man weathered by time and fully aware of the ways of the world.
"Li Shanchang was also from Huai West."
Feng Sheng's voice was low and hoarse, as though it came from the depths of time, carrying an almost imperceptible sigh.
After a slight pause, his Adam's apple bobbed as he slowly added, "Hu Weiyong was also from Huai West."
At this point!
Feng Sheng let out a deep sigh and leaned back against his chair. In an earnest tone, he asked, "And