Inside the camp, there was deathly silence.
All the Yellow Turban leaders raised their necks and stared blankly at the roof of the tent, as if the trajectory of the meteor streaking across the night sky still remained on the rough linen cloth.
Shocking.
Unspeakably shocking.
The new Qu Shuai, this young man named Chen Wang, really... Predicted the celestial phenomena.
Just when everyone's hearts were agitated and their beliefs were about to be reshaped, a rough and heavy cough broke the silence.
"Cough! Cough!"
A strong man eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and a round waist stood up. He casually slammed an iron ax that was almost as thick as a child's arm onto the ground with a clang.
The ground was shaken.
It was none other than the veteran general of the Yellow Turban Army, "Iron Axe" Li Dazhuang.
