Wang Xuan finally saw Han Sui—and a living one at that. Bringing the living Han Sui together with Li Jue and Guo Si would finally let him vent the hatred in his heart.
Including Lu Bu, Zhang Liao, and the others who had just arrived, everyone could not help sighing when they saw Wang Xuan looking as if he had finally fulfilled a long-held wish. Was this really necessary? He had mobilized so many people and even crossed a desert, all for the sake of a mere Han Sui, Li Jue, and Guo Si. He was being far too vindictive!
Of course, no one dared say that aloud. Besides, Wang Xuan had never considered himself a vindictive person. He was merely meticulous about settling scores.
As for respecting enemies, displaying one's magnanimity, or giving an enemy a dignified funeral befitting his status—none of that existed!
An enemy was an enemy. Only a dead enemy was a good enemy.
As the sole culprits behind provoking Wang Xuan, they had only one possible fate: being turned into concrete pillars, cursed by billions, and remembered with infamy for ten thousand years. They would be nailed down in writing and in plays alike!
Under Wang Xuan's orders, special methods were used when the three concrete pillars were poured. The movements had to be slow, ensuring that their forms remained lifelike. The entire process took six days before the works were completed.
When their heads were poured at the very end, the three of them were still alive. Wang Xuan expressed his approval.
With that, the matter in Xiliang was mostly settled. As for finding an excuse to deal with the Qiang people, Wang Xuan no longer needed to worry about it. With detailed intelligence, the Ma father and son who understood the Qiang situation