The fire burned almost everything.
Zheng Huai, a famous general of a generation, was killed by a treacherous villain and died in a ruined temple in the east of the city. His bones were smashed and ashes were thrown away.
Later, everyone lamented, thinking that old things were gone with the wind, but they never expected that there would be another fire a few years later. Among the same ruins, there was a man walking through the ashes with his feet on the fire.
"Heh..."
He is Zheng Huai, but not Zheng Huai. Today's people are not from Sri Lanka. But the same thing can destroy famous families and kill noble families, so what if they violate the king's orders? Anyone can kill a tyrant. He also wanted to fulfill his lifelong wish and bring peace to the world.
Finally, with my own hard work, the world is at peace, but I don't seem to be... Peaceful? When did that adopted boy, that existence that he didn't care much about, come to him with a new attitude?