When Zhuge Liang followed Taishi Ci to lead the troops forward, Sun Ce had already set up his formation beforehand. However, upon seeing Taishi Ci's soldiers advance and retreat with precision, Sun Ce abandoned the thought of engaging in a fierce battle.
"Zhuge Kongming..." Pang Tong narrowed his eyes at the figure clad in white robes, Zhuge Liang. He had no idea when his disdain for white apparel began, as he himself always favored pure black silk attire.
"So that's Zhuge Liang?" Sun Ce tilted his head in curiosity and asked Pang Tong.
"Yes, that's him..." Pang Tong stroked the few strands of his remaining beard, visibly excited. "No wonder I felt a sense of familiarity earlier—it's him, all right. It's been so long, so very long..."
Sun Ce slowly distanced himself from Pang Tong, sensing that something seemed off about him. That strange face combined with that eerie smile—no matter how one looked at it, it was unsettling.
