Someone who had made the same mistake twice in a row, yet still prayed for a third chance, was no longer merely being wishful—they were being foolish beyond measure.
Fortunately, Jiang Dali never stumbled twice over the same mistake. He had always been decisive and capable, a man of his word who never went back on what he said.
There was another person just like him.
That person was Qin Shi Huang.
Qin Shi Huang's past was full of twists and turns. He had not always been decisive and capable; he had even been somewhat indecisive. Indeed... he could not even be considered entirely himself back then, merely a pampered young wastrel manipulated by others while seemingly enjoying wealth and glory.
But from the moment he truly became Ying Zheng, he had changed. He became someone whom all those around him feared and revered. He became ruthless and iron-blooded, a man whose word was final.
From the moment he became Qin Shi Huang, he had never done a single thing wrong. Even that one and only moment of softness in his heart could not be called a mistake.
And that sole moment of softness had also been his last. He would never show such softness to anyone else again.
Thus, the atmosphere within Qin Shi Huang's Mausoleum was grave and solemn.
The terrifying pressure emanating from Qin Shi Huang was vast and dreadful. Beneath the gathering dragon aura, it resembled a magnificent heavenly prison suppressing the entire mausoleum, forcing countless Terracotta Army soldiers to submit and kneel upon the ground.
He was already considering a decision—to eliminate the Black Wind Stronghold Master, Jiang Dali.
At the very least, he had to render Jiang Dali incapable of stopping him from doing anything again.
And as long as Jiang Dali could not