"I stand in the howling wind, wishing I could wash away this endless heartbreak..."
Lu Bei chanted lifelessly. The mood fit well enough, but the rest of the lyrics didn't suit him.
Others looked up at the vast sky with clouds rolling across the four directions, sword in hand, asking who in the world was a hero; as for him, the road was hard, and when he pulled his sword and looked around, he was utterly bewildered.
Chapter 764