"Are you forty already, old man? Gongjin says you're quite capable, so I plan to involve you in a grand venture. When you look back in your old age, you won't regret your life!" Sun Ce declared with an exuberant gesture.
Sun Ce's straightforwardness becomes startlingly blunt, almost friendless; the first half of his statement nearly choked Zhang Hong, but the final words reminded Zhang Hong of someone—Liu Bei, and he found himself regretting.
"Will I not regret?" Zhang Hong murmured to himself while holding a wine goblet, his spiritual capacity slowly dispersing, purifying endlessly. Finally, Zhang Hong drained his drink and slowly rose to his feet, "I've already regretted once in my life, so I don't want a second time."
"Greetings, my lord. I, Zhang Hong, am willing to follow in your footsteps and serve you with utmost dedication!" Zhang Hong bowed deeply to Sun Ce, his determination surprising both Zhou Yu and Zhang Zhao, leading Sun Ce to quickly rise and help Zhang Hong up.
