"Now the Heavenly Dao has toppled, creatures suffer and struggle, the land is littered with wounds..."
"Bones exposed in the wild, a thousand miles without the crow of a chicken!"
"Local leaders rise in opposition, the people lose their livelihoods, and with a great famine, rice prices soar to five thousand per stone, and people resort to cannibalism..."
"I, Old Black, was originally just an ancient sophora, supported by the incense of living beings, naturally meant to protect them thoroughly. Alas, my strength was inadequate, so I had to resort to tricks to create such a situation. I'm ashamed, truly ashamed, and hope the young master won't mind!"
Fine food, dancing, exquisite wine, an atmosphere so intoxicating that even Wu Hao began to lose himself, almost forgetting the purpose of his journey.
After three rounds of drinks and five flavors of dishes, hearing the Fortress Leader like this, Wu Hao called out, "So you are the sophora tree at the entrance of the village!"