"Zilong, why do you look so downcast?" A few comrades in victory asked in confusion as they noticed Zhao Yun's despondent expression.
Wasn't he fine earlier? Though charging single-handedly into the enemy's army was indeed a bit excessive, returning unscathed wasn't that proof of bravery? Why then, the melancholy?
"When will this war end? When will valiant and loyal warriors cease to perish?" Zhao Yun asked with an expression of bewilderment, almost philosophical in nature.
Compared to Lyu Bu and Guan Yu, those superior military generals, Zhao Yun—equally a top-tier master—was clearly more prone to inner conflict. Others possessed unshakable determination, but Zhao Yun could easily be swayed by external factors.
