Liu Bei was utterly baffled by Wang Xuan's instructions.
Wasn't Sun Jian on the front lines?
Where was he supposed to drag him from?
However, with the Banquet to Punish Dong about to begin again, Liu Bei found it inconvenient to press Wang Xuan for more details. Carrying a bellyful of doubts, he walked inside.
The banquet had just begun, and everyone continued eating and drinking, bragging and making merry each day. They praised one another back and forth, having the time of their lives. Just then, a commotion arose outside.
A burly man covered in blood and looking utterly bedraggled strode in, carrying a great saber. His bloodshot eyes swept across the entire hall, and the lively atmosphere suddenly fell silent.
Only after taking a careful look did everyone realize that it was Sun Wentai, who should have been on the front lines.
Sun Jian fixed his blood-red eyes on Yuan Shu at the head of the hall, pointed his saber forward, and bellowed, "Yuan Shu, you little brat, prepare to die!"
Yuan Shu had originally intended to ask about Sun Jian's miserable state, but the bellow left him rooted to the spot. When he saw Sun Jian charging at him with his saber raised, he instinctively leaped backward and narrowly dodged the blow.
Fortunately, Liu Bei had kept Wang Xuan's words in mind. He hurriedly shouted to Guan Yu and Zhang Fei beside him, "Stop him!"
Knowing he had no ability to stop Sun Jian himself, Liu Bei quickly had Guan Yu intervene, while he also rose and rushed forward.
Clang! Metal rang against metal as Sun Jian was knocked back by Lord Guan's saber. Liu Bei rushed up as well and shouted, "Brother Wentai, stop! Let's talk this out. With so many people here, right and wrong