Atop the Northward-Looking Wall, the Six Gentlemen stood against the wind, gazing coldly down at the army of ten thousand below.
The closer the story drew to its end, the stronger their sense of injustice grew.
Whether it was the thirteen generals' loyalty and righteousness or Wu Yuanjun's uncertainty and loneliness, they had all seen it clearly and felt it themselves.
These were clearly good people. Why did they have to suffer such treatment?!
Perhaps this world was always making things difficult for good people. It burdened them with restraints and shackles, making every step a struggle, while the wicked could often live freely and do as they pleased.
Talking about fairness now was a little too naive, but anger and venting were things they could manage. They would stain Immortality Mountain with blood, unleashing their fury for the loyal souls.
"That goddamn ruler of the Southern Border really is a piece of work. It's 'brother' this and 'brother' that, but once he's done using his brothers, he hands them over to the King of Hell." Ren Ye cursed sarcastically, "If it were me, I wouldn't stand for it either! Might as well draw our swords, march south, and tear down the Golden Throne Hall."
Everyone remained silent. Ren Ye glanced at Big Fat Dragon, only to find that he actually offered no rebuttal.
This damned fatty had repeatedly denied being part of the Southern Border Court, but Ren Ye did not believe him at all. He was convinced that Big Fat Dragon came from its ranks.
At the foot of the mountain, inside a carriage.
Dressed in coarse linen with his trouser legs rolled up, the Dragon Lord could not help sighing. "Ah, we fought each other all our lives, both enemies and friends. It's time I saw him