"No matter how chaotic it gets, could it ever be worse than the era of the Demon Flame Emperor, who massacred the Liang People and tried to wipe them out?"
The braised meat shop owner was smiling.
Being alive, with his family of three, safe and sound—he was already content.
Su Chen left.
The meat in his hand suddenly felt heavy.
But this time, he was afraid he would have to disappoint the hopes of these Liang People.
What he needed was a great upheaval, one that would give rise to a heroic ruler who would shatter the division between Zhou and Liang and establish a brand new dynasty to rule the world.
Not Zhou enslaving Liang, nor Liang ruling the Central Plains alone.
He was a Liang person!
He would do his best to protect the Liang People.
But that was all.
And so, carrying the two liang of pig's head meat, Su Chen went and bought a bottle of White Confucian Wine from a street stall, then strolled leisurely back to the clinic.
Pushing open the clinic door, Su Chen froze.
