The Fruit of Surgery.

Shen Fei was dressed in black casual clothes. Standing tens of meters in front of the city gate, he looked up at a majestic city in front of him. In terms of momentum, Handan was not much inferior to Xianyang in Qin State. The blue-gray city walls seemed to be telling the story. The vicissitudes of an ancient city.

Looking at the Sengoku in front of me...