"Ha, thinking back to it, ten years ago in Jiangzhou City, I fought with him. Although I got beaten badly, I managed to hit him too; if recorded in history, it would be quite a legacy..."
The hardships of leaving home at a young age, the battles over these years, even though I have seen with my own eyes what the reign of Prince Qin truly looks like, for Yan Daiqing, he feels he has been recompensed, his wishes fulfilled.
Yet that word brings about a sense of dignity.
The majesty brought by that word leaves no room for doubt.
But it is extremely gratifying!
Almost feeling as if returning to youth, seeing the boundless long wind and the flowing rivers of Wan Li, that spirited and vigorous feeling.
Yan Daiqing's whispered voice abruptly stopped.
He clenched his fist, still maintaining the excitement from his youth, gazing ahead dazedly, wearing luxurious attire, with slightly purple eyes, the Qin kingdom's strategist Mr. Po Jun was looking at him with elegance.
Yan Daiqing:"..."
