Terrifying Lu Bu
Wenming Garden.
Peace and prosperity, a harmonious atmosphere.
Divided into two columns, the seats were filled with officials.
Purple and red high-ranking official robes created an immensely solemn atmosphere.
They were all high-ranking officials of the court, none lower than the fourth rank among the present officials.
Nevertheless, even so, they had to smile in a subservient manner before Dong Zhuo.
At the head sat Dong Zhuo, with a corpulent body, his sharp eyes scanning the high-ranking officials below.
Standing on both sides were two robust men from the Xiliang, guarding Dong Zhuo closely, holding cold and chilling sword tips.
As Wang Yun was the Prime Minister of the first rank, he sat not far from Dong Zhuo. As his son-in-law, Long Chen naturally sat beside him.
In this short distance, Long Chen felt a surge of the vigorous spirit of the Xiliang, though it dissipated in an instant.