"As long as there is war, there will definitely be sacrifices," Ye Tian believed firmly.
"Yes. A true War God is one that even ghosts and deities fear. What strange things do you think we might see?"
At a loss, Ye Tian didn't know how to respond.
He didn't deny that he too had taken lives with his own hands. But unlike the old man, his era was one of war, whereas he lived in an era of peace. Yet, the lives he took were no fewer than the old man's.
The old man saw Ye Tian lost in thought and simply gave a melancholic smile, preparing to leave.
"Old man, don't go. You're not busy anyway, please tell me about it."
"Alright. First, let me ask you, do you know Cao Cao?"
"I do. The warlord of the Three Kingdoms."
"Do you know why his tomb has not been found until now?"
"Cao Cao was a suspicious man, so it's said he made many fake tombs throughout Huaxia."
"It's true that Cao Cao was distrustful, but there are other reasons."
"What reasons?"
