When Shen Pei left, he actually felt a deep sense of helplessness. As he stepped out of Changli City, he suddenly felt a wave of fatigue wash over him.
"What's so-called war is sometimes nothing more than a misunderstanding driven by personal desires. Sadly, because the sides involved stand too high and wield too much power, affecting too many people, issues that could have been settled through talks amongst the common folk can only be resolved by the fall of one party to save face."
The moment Shen Pei set foot outside, he couldn't help but recall a phrase once said by Ju Shou, a sentence he had seen in the classic books at the Book Pavilion of Mount Tai, which he had long forgotten, but now resurfaced clearly in his mind.
"Gongsun Bogui..." Shen Pei looked back at Changli City, where he saw the ancient city walls marked with patches and streaks of mottled traces, as well as splotches of dark red blood, belonging to both the Hu People and the Han.
