"That's great, I've had enough of these hard days."
"Stop, you shouldn't say that!"
"Exactly, exactly, drink up, no talk of state affairs."
Then the tavern was once again filled with laughter and chatter, and the topic turned to women, particularly the racy stories involving big shots, which made everyone feel their blood boil and faces flush.
Ye Qingzhou listened critically for a while longer before standing up to leave the tavern: "It seems that in this world, the Xuanyuan Sword is the divine artifact that governs the rise and fall of dynasties... but wait, doesn't that mean I have to become emperor to obtain this sword?"
What a hassle.
Just thinking about it gave Ye Qingzhou a headache.
He was not skilled in military or political strategy, nor did he understand the art of governance. The only thing he was good at was cutting people down. He couldn't possibly conquer all the warlords and unify the world single-handedly, could he?
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