Chapter 1891: Dragon Capital
Meng Chao's gaze swept lightly over the countless trophies.
Every trophy brought faded scenes floating before his eyes.
Behind every scene lay a heart-stirring fight, campaign, or even war remembered by the world.
But to Meng Chao, they were merely a string of insignificant footprints left as he charged ahead at breakneck speed along his endless journey.
He had not thought of these trivial little matters for a very long time.
Even displaying these trophies in his bedroom, showing them off like a nouveau riche, had not been his intention.
In particular, quite a few of these trophies were entwined with the lingering souls of the defeated and the dead. They often let out shrill howls in the middle of the night. Though they could not harm him in the slightest, they easily disturbed his sweet dreams and put him in a bad mood when he rose early.
It was only because Meng Chao often received distinguished guests from the major factions of the Otherworld in his bedroom.
From time to time, he also had to stay up talking by candlelight and sleep foot-to-foot with close allies from the Chaos Faction, as well as surrendered generals from the Holy Light Faction who had "found their way back and abandoned darkness for the light."
To intimidate both allies and enemies, and to make the assassins swarming across the river like crucian carp retreat in the face of difficulty,
he had no choice but to turn his bedroom into an excessively flamboyant museum.
In truth, he still missed the tiny bedroom in his old home half a century ago.
Though crude and simple, it had at least been free.
But there was nothing to be done. You could not have both fish and bear's paw.
After all, he