"I used to refute you simply for the sake of refuting, but not anymore. I have my ideals and no longer need to use the will of the people as a cover. My lord may have numerous shortcomings, but he accepts me wholly. His will is the direction I strive toward. I trust him!" Pang Tong slowly turned back to face Sun Ce, then his grim visage shifted, and a trace of resolution emerged on his face.
"I expected as much," Zhuge Liang said with utter calm. "I don't have many close friends, but you qualify as one. However, as an opponent, you are equally fitting. If I ever have the chance to meet Sima Zhongda, I will introduce him to you. Aside from you, he's the only person in our field that piques my interest."
"It's a pity—I no longer wish to compete with our generation. The wars of this world don't grant favors for age or experience, just as this battle doesn't," Pang Tong sneered, his nose flaring as his twisted smirk made his face appear almost menacing.
