It was a dark and stormy night, all that remained in the open field were the remains of a battle.

Weapons, bodies, and blood laid all around— it was a gruesome scene to someone normal, but for Lü Bu…it was a scene of perfection for him. The remains of a battlefield was what made the flying general the happiest man in the world, even if it lasted for a short amount of time.

He let out a short huff, shaking his head.

“Hmph…it ended too soon.”