Zhang Bao had once been an influential figure who stirred the tides of the world.
However, with the destruction of the Yellow Turban Army, Zhang Bao had withdrawn from the stage of history and become an utterly insignificant minor character.
He had even become a small boat swept into the torrent, drifting endlessly with the current.
He had originally planned to join forces with Liangshan's remaining soldiers to set Tang Luo up, then have everyone join together to set up Great Ding for revenge, but it never came to pass.
Later, after leaving, he wanted to defect to Tang Luo, but he had not been decisive enough and delayed too long.
He wandered about on his own and ultimately achieved nothing. He neither took revenge nor even managed to keep the most basic place to shelter himself.
Moreover, Tang Luo and the others had never even known that someone named Zhang Bao existed.
A former influential figure had become a true little shrimp.
The great river flowed eastward, its waves washing away all the heroes of ages past. Zhang Bao was one of those washed away by the waves.
Under normal circumstances, Zhang Bao would indeed have died as an old wave on the shore.
But now, that was naturally no longer the case.
Zhang Bao waved the great banner in his hand and shouted the stirring slogans of the past. There was none of the original weathered gloom on his proud, aged face.
Instead, it brimmed with vitality—the passionate spirit that had once belonged to one who had roamed the world, the Great Ding.
The Blue Sky is dead! The Yellow Sky shall rise!
This was not a slogan they had used to deceive others. The Zhang brothers had believed from beginning to end that they would establish a