Outwardly United, Inwardly Divided: Who Is Wei Tiger? (Part 2)

Wei Huaiwen's voice rang out, vast and clear, above the heads of the officials who had come to greet him beyond the city. They could not help lowering their heads at once. No one dared look up at the majesty of Great Liang's god of war.

Since making his name at fourteen, Marshal Wei had served on the battlefield, sweeping across the land without a single defeat. No matter who stood against him—whether an emperor of the Northern Dynasties, a powerful minister like Yuwen Rui, or even mighty generals such as the Prince of Zhongshan and Dugu Sheng—

Wei Huaiwen had never once fallen into the disadvantage. No matter how perilous Great Liang's situation, no matter how slim the odds of victory, so long as Marshal Wei appeared upon the battlefield in his sedan chair, it became a scene of turning decay into magic.

This man was a living legend. No matter how cunning Yuwen Rui was, no matter how imposing the Northern Dynasties' iron cavalry, Wei Huaiwen remained the greatest pillar of support in the hearts of everyone present.

So long as Wei Tiger roared, all dark clouds could only scatter with the wind.

This did not come from cultivation and methods like Su Gui's, but from the truth Wei Huaiwen had written with his military achievements.

Across both north and south, no one could shake this god of war on the battlefield in the slightest.

"Welcome Marshal Wei's victorious return to court!"

Naturally, such words could not come from the Crown Prince's own golden lips. The elders of the Wang-Xie Clans behind him spoke on his behalf. That was precisely why they had been placed behind the Crown Prince: to use their lofty family standing to set off Wei Huaiwen's even loftier achievements.

Once the two had spoken,