In the first year of Jianxing of the Jin Dynasty, the surviving descendants of the Gongsun family in Liaodong looked at the many alien races that were ravaging the land of China.
Looking at the countless spiritual tablets he had secretly hidden, he thought about the great achievements of his ancestors recorded in his family.
Finally he closed his eyes with hatred.
When his soul returned to its original position, he suddenly opened his eyes, only to find that he was already in a small hall.
There was also the sound of reading aloud from all around.
And beside him, there were two rather majestic-looking people.
"Azhu, it seemed like gold and jade liquid was flowing down your face just now."
"Xuande, what did you ask him to do? These dandy boys are just here to get a reputation!"
"Bogui, this is your nephew after all..."
"There is no nephew in a certain family who is older than a certain family!"
"He...just looks a little older..."
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