Su Chen disdainfully said, "For him? I'm not interested. In the Country of Wu, there once was a King who, when his power was waning, was overthrown by several Generals. He claimed that his relation, this Crown Prince, was thus disgraced. I am merely interested in Lin Dun a bit, as he was a General at the mid-stage of his career."
Pausing, Su Chen continued, "Lin Dun, you are worthy of being a subordinate to the Crown Prince!"
Days earlier, in Yulin, the King's sword fled into the blood-soaked forest. His clothes were torn, blood dripped down, exposing his white bones, and he gasped for breath.
Wang Dao looked around, no one else was present, lying under a tree, he said with a rueful smile, "I cannot imagine the sight of kicking an Iron Plate."
Remembering his three brothers had all died at the hands of Lin Dun, Dao God passed by with expectant eyes and said, "Lin Dun, I will not let you leave."
"Who is the dust of the forest?"
