“You were all brave warriors of the Qin Dynasty, but you were betrayed by one of your own, and died with unresolved grievances,” said Mi Li. 

She paused for a moment to take in the indignant looks on their faces before carrying on. “You were pillars of the Qin Dynasty, and your demise left a gaping hole in our empire. Not too long after you fell, our Great Qin was overrun by barbaric rebels. I am as upset and indignant as all of you are. We aren’t enemies, but allies on the same side! Who was the one that caused this plight to befall us?”

“Zhang… Han…”

The evil spirits howled in unison, and the lake began bubbling furiously. Their eerie voices echoed loudly within the underground hall.

Zu An was deeply impressed by the sight laid out before him. It did not seem as though the evil spirits possessed much sentience. They had appeared to have been left with nothing but their instincts, and incapable of speech. At the very most, they could only utter some guttural howls. 

Somehow, though, they were able to vocalize Zhang Han’s name. This showed just how much they hated that man, such that his name continued to linger in their minds, even after their deaths.

“Indeed, it was Zhang Han! Our Great Qin entrusted our hopes to him, but he betrayed...