Chapter Forty-Two: The Immortal in Wine

rveyed the entire army, constantly directing the soldiers to move, like a diligent old tailor mending one hole after another on an old garment...Having such a lone soldier breaking into the ranks, he...had an acute sense of conspiracy! He was incredibly slick, nothing could ever touch him.And it is quite obvious that he also had a sufficient understanding of Zheng Shangming, not inferior to Wen Lian...