For Liu Bei, this was a matter related to one's valor, but for Guan Hai, it was about life and death itself. Standing at different heights, what Guan Hai staked his life on was nothing more than a mere word for the current Liu Bei.
"However, how tragic is an era that can only be traversed by heroes!" Chen Xi muttered disdainfully. How miserable must an era, a nation, a group be to need an entity like a hero to shoulder all the responsibility? It's truly pitiable.
After listening, Liu Bei also sighed. Initially, he thought highly of Guan Hai as a righteous person, but now he realized, if the Yellow Turbans hadn't been pushed to such a point, there would have been no need for one man to make such a sacrifice.
"The Yellow Turbans were just trying to find food to eat," Liu Bei sighed and said, "My younger brother will take care of this matter. Now I think about it, each hero of ancient times had quite a bit of reluctance."