The weather on this day was somewhat overcast compared to the previous days. Marshal Li Wu's funeral was also held on this day, and he was buried in the royal mausoleum. This was unprecedented in the history of Li Chu Country, as no other minister had ever received such an honor.
Zhou Feng also stepped out of his room this morning. Although his face was somewhat pale, his eyes had regained their usual confidence.
What does losing an arm matter? My fate is determined by myself, not by the heavens. Zhou Feng, having come to terms with everything, now needed to quickly adapt to his left arm, aiming to achieve the same level of proficiency as his right arm in the shortest possible time.
