[King of Glory Quick Transmigration] I See You When I Wake

[Ying Zheng] I still like you, just as the Nine Dragons pay homage to the Emperor and the realm stands supreme. May you reign as the ultimate sovereign, with all beneath heaven bowing to you. "I would give everything to love you."

[Han Xin] I still like you, just as wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, as I fight with my back to the river. May your spear ring like a dragon, a heaven-blessed hero with a hidden weakness. "This battle is for you. Wait for me to come back."

[Li Bai] I still like you, just like the bright moon on the horizon and a lotus step away. May you raise your wine and sword, returning still a young man. "I've killed a man every ten steps, yet one look from you defeated me."

[Bian Que] I still like you, just like white bones beneath a physician's robe and a cold tomb among gray stones. May your features remain as they were, and may you find the way back when you look behind you. "I save all living beings. Can you save me?"

[Lanling Wang] I still like you, just as shadows sweep over the barren deserts of the Great Wall. May you face an enemy nation alone, unafraid to strike or fall. "Before I met you, I was always alone."

[Jing Ke] I still like you, just like the bleak waters of the Yi River, with no way back. May you face the Qin emperor without regret, and laugh as you ask who death is for. "I'm not the Jing Ke in your memories, but I still love you."

[Zhuang Zhou] I still like you, just like a butterfly entering a dream, like a passing breeze. May you spend half your life amid turmoil, then roam freely through the boundless skies. "I'll give you my whole life, to dream with you of a spring and autumn apart."

[Zhuge Liang] I still like you, just like the Hidden Dragon in the east, with the Eight Trigrams laid out like a chessboard. May you sit with feather fan and silk turban, calculating all that came before, and for whom. "I would retreat from the world if it meant you could have a lifetime of glory."

[Zhou Yu] I still like you, just like a plain robe worn close, with a distant future that never comes. May the fires of July and August burn Red Cliff to ash. "I want to hear you call me Zhou Yu, Zhou Gongjin."