The Old Living Buddha sighed silently, looking at the world, observing the mundane affairs, reminiscing the past, and softly said:
"So bitter."
......
In just a few days, the Wolf King recovered from the harsh treatment of Li Guanyi, at the time the young renowned general showed no mercy, determined to drag the old wolf back to Jiangnan to play chess, even if it meant breaking the old wolf's legs.
Without troops, Grandpa subdued him with just a sword.
Yet despite such injuries, the old wolf had recovered, rewarding the three armies. Among the remaining 400,000 troops, in fact, half of them were logistics, with 230,000 warriors, all drinking and singing wildly.
The old monk had no choice but to tell the Wolf King not to act rashly, hesitated for a moment, and said:
"You've given your son, along with the 50,000 frontline brigade sufficient for him to stand on his own, would you still turn back to fight them?"
