The next moment, Tang Changsheng plunged into the mirror again, and the vision changed once more.
He was no longer on the battlefield. He stood beside a great river veiled in rising mist and rosy clouds. A man stood on the embankment with his hands behind his back and sighed softly. "Such splendid rivers and mountains. How did they come to reek of blood and beasts?"
Below the man, dozens of Green Standard soldiers in uniforms marked with the character for "soldier" gathered around him. They crept forward timidly, none daring to draw close.
Tang Changsheng seemed to be hidden in the man's Sea of Consciousness again, watching coldly. This man's mind and soul appeared far stronger than the last one's. Even if Tang Changsheng wanted to seize his body and take control, it would not be easy.
But the next words nearly made Tang Changsheng jump. They shook him to the core.
"Rebel Fan Zhuqing! Let's see where you can run today!" the soldiers' leader shouted, fierce in voice but faint of heart. He did not dare step forward.
From the noise he made, one might have thought he could scare Fan Zhuqing away with his voice alone.
Fan Zhuqing ignored the soldiers. He did not react even when they set up their heavy musket and aimed it at him.
He merely kept his back to them and gazed across the rippling, mist-shrouded water.
Seeing Fan Zhuqing leave himself so exposed, the soldiers' fear and caution gradually faded. Ruthlessness and greed crept onto their faces.
The Imperial Court had offered an enormous reward for Fan Zhuqing's capture. If they shot him dead, promotion and riches would be theirs.
Just as they were about to light the musket's fuse, Fan Zhuqing turned around. Every soldier stumbled in fright and nearly