"Father, you actually compare this Zhao Feng to the Lord Wu'an of old?" Wang Ben's face was full of shock.
Who his father admired most among the War Generals—of course, as his son, he knew it well.
The Lord Wu'an of old, once the War God of Qin—Bai Qi!
"In those days, Lord Wu'an rose from humble origins in the army, advancing step by step through slaying enemies, until he became the Commander of the Qin Army."
"But in the end—"
"He still could not escape the treachery of petty men."
"I, too, once received a measure of instruction in the art of commanding troops from Lord Wu'an."
"To me, Lord Wu'an is the man I revere most, even half a teacher to me."
Wang Jian spoke in anger.
Every time he thought of this, Wang Jian felt nothing but rage inside.
"Father."
"All that has passed for many years now."
"The petty men are dead, and Lord Wu'an may rest in peace." Wang Ben immediately consoled him.
