Three days passed, and Chen Xi finally understood the current situation. It was a broad interpretation of the Three Kingdoms period. The Yellow Turban Rebellion had just been put down, an era of heroic figures emerging. It was also an era that Chen Xi had fantasized about when he was bored in the past. After all, whether it was Zhao Zilong with his white horse and silver spear or Zhuge Kongming, whose wisdom was personified, the fans and detractors in later generations were endless. There's no way around it, there are too many Chinese people, so that's what he had to say.,“Father-in-law, seeing you so eager to leave, I presume there’s an urgent matter. This horse is a gift for you, as a means of transport. Please don’t find it wanting.” Chen Xi forced the reins into the other’s hand. He still didn’t know the other person’s name after all this time, and the other party never mentioned their own name.,Similarly, mental power refinement also emerged with its own schools of thought. So-called secret transmissions and Taoist techniques appeared. As it developed, there also arose methods to counter those top-tier warriors. The emergence of formations significantly weakened the killing ability of those elite warriors. Of course, if they were lone wolves, they would only have a dead end.。