A distinguished guest visited the Funeral Shop today.
When the person arrived, Xu Qing was reclining in the Master's Chair, fiddling with a walnut in his hand, pondering over the matter of the Ancient Yin River Dao.
The battle of the Eight Banner Marshals would not be easy. If the play in a few days could not suppress the arrogance of the Cangyi Group, Xu Qing wasn't entirely confident in resolving the matter.
"The fortune of the nation depends on this; regardless of victory or defeat, the fate of Dayong will be depleted. But if he loses and seizing the momentum, the Southern Barbarians like the Yin Corrosive Dharma King take over, the sixteen states might suffer untold misery in the turmoil..."
Although Xu Qing liked corpses, he dreaded the corpses of those who died unjustly, violently, or needlessly, and deep down, he did not want to interact with them excessively.