During the reign of Emperor Taizong, in the second year of Zhenguan, February.,Li Wanguyou helplessly cupped a spoonful of thick soapberry broth in his hand, smearing it upwards as he muttered curses under his breath.,However, the memories of his former master had not yet been fully absorbed and integrated. Many things he still needed to ponder for a moment in his mind before he could understand.。