On the northern stone wall of the cave mansion hung a portrait of a general, clad in black-gold battle armor, with dragon and phoenix patterns etched onto it. His posture was as upright as a pine, broad-shouldered and robust, with a sword at his waist. The sword scabbard was intricately carved, exuding a cold gleam, and the gemstones embedded in the hilt sparkled under the starlight, signifying the general's extraordinary status.
This must be the owner of the mansion—a Mighty General of a bygone dynasty.
Fu Changsheng respectfully cupped his hands and bowed to the portrait.
As he rose, it seemed as if the person in the painting had come to life, with starlight swirling around, and the figure in the painting slowly stepped down.
Fu Changsheng was shocked.
This must be a trace of the Mighty General's Divine Thought.
