"Let's go. Let's pay a visit to Sun Bofu. Shiyuan, I haven't seen him in a long time. I wonder how I'll feel meeting him this time. During the battle on the Yangtze River, we barely crossed paths. This time, let's gauge our strengths against each other!" Zhuge Liang's calm words surged with unparalleled enthusiasm. Other than Pang Tong, who had schemed against him to near death, no one else could stir him so deeply.
Though Taishi Ci was the commander of the army, he showed no intention of rebuking Zhuge Liang for the rare act of issuing direct orders. Whether in terms of Zhuge Liang's identity, abilities, or age, Taishi Ci had no thoughts of arguing with him.
After all, it was rare for Zhuge Liang to act so openly. It was evident that the upcoming encounter with Pang Shiyuan bore significant connections to past grievances, a twist in relationships that Taishi Ci found quite intriguing.
As Zhuge Liang stepped out of the tent ahead, Zhang Song was already standing outside, waiting.
