Guided by a household servant, Lu Su entered the outer hall and saw Zhou Yu waiting for him.
Whenever he saw Zhou Yu, Lu Su felt a sense of wonder. Elegant and debonair, handsome and poised-he could count through all Jiangzuo without finding his equal.
Perhaps there was one now: Young Master Chu of the Luo Clan, who sat in Wu Commandery. Reportedly, even among the Luo Clan, his looks ranked among the finest.
Lu Su often felt that if a Sacred Mark were engraved between Zhou Yu's brows, it would suit his bearing perfectly.
At the sight of Lu Su, Zhou Yu could not help breaking into a heartfelt smile. In terms of talent, Lu Su was a man the likes of whom Zhou Yu had never encountered in his life.
Zhou Yu considered himself accomplished in both civil and military affairs. In particular, no one in all Jiangdong surpassed his ability to command troops. His goal was the legendary Han Wumu.
Yet after meeting Lu Su, he had begun to waver somewhat. In commanding troops alone, Lu Su was naturally no match for him.
But Lu Su possessed great strategic talent and excelled at forging alliances across opposing camps. He could always handle relations between the various parties soundly, took the long view, and was exceptionally skilled at planning around the grand trend-qualities Zhou Yu rarely encountered in Jiangdong.
Talent was only one aspect. What truly made Zhou Yu and Lu Su feel like old friends at their first meeting was Lu Su's character.
There was little difference in their ages, with Lu Su only three years older, yet Zhou Yu regarded him as a truly sincere and generous elder.
If Lu Su said something, however absurd it might be, Zhou Yu was willing to believe it. Such