"Brother Xuande, did you know the Oath of the Peach Garden was supposed to happen three years from now?" In a tavern, Li Xuan toyed with a forged bamboo genealogy and smiled faintly as he watched Liu Bei prepare medicine for his ailing mother. Outside, Guan Yu was wrestling with a pig, while Zhang Fei's serpent spear leaned beside a wine jar. History teetered on the edge of a blade, and he had already prepared ten ways to turn this oath, destined to be celebrated for generations, into an asura hell where heroes would be buried.
