Reborn in the late Ming Dynasty, his soul passed through Shanhaiguan.
As Wu Sangui's cousin, I hold Guan Ning's elite in my hands, but I know clearly——
This cousin will soon have his hair cut off and descend into the Qing Dynasty, pushing the children of Liaodong into an abyss of eternal destruction.
The blood feud is in front, and the clothes of the ancestors are behind.
In this life, I will never be a slave of the Manchus, let alone follow Wu Sangui to perdition.
The war is about to begin, and they break up before the battle.
