"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Liu Bei flew into a rage, his eyes turning red.
Not long ago, he had been preening about how his three sworn brothers were paragons of loyalty, the most devoted subjects of the Han Dynasty. But how long had it been before news arrived that they were establishing their own kingdoms?
He abruptly turned his gaze to Zhang Daoling, his expression grim, and asked in a low voice,
"Daoist Zhang, this matter..."
Zhang Daoling frowned, performed a quick divination with his fingers, and extended his Divine Thought across tens of thousands of miles. He then sighed softly.
"It's true. My grandson, Zhang Lu, has led the Five-Dou Dao to support Sun Jian's ascension to the throne... It was His will."
"Whose will?" Liu Bei asked sullenly. Yan Huang and the others also shot him astonished and utterly perplexed looks.
'This version of history has been altered a bit too much, hasn't it?'
