"Father, are you actually comparing this Zhao Feng to the late Lord Wu'an?" Wang Ben asked, his face a mask of shock.
As his son, he knew very well who the most respected war general in his father's heart was: the late Lord Wu'an, the former War God of Qin, Bai Qi!
"The late Lord Wu'an started from a humble position in the army, rising through the ranks by slaying our enemies one by one until he became the commander of our Qin Army," Wang Jian said, his voice laced with anger. "But in the end, he still couldn't escape the schemes of petty men. I also once received some guidance from Lord Wu'an on the art of commanding troops. To me, he is the person I respect most, almost a second teacher."
Whenever he thought of this, rage filled Wang Jian's heart.
"Father," Wang Ben said, trying to console him, "that all happened many years ago. The petty men are dead, and Lord Wu'an can rest in peace."
