[Compared to his lord, the warrior listens in silence and intently. What Chen Gong had told him...that is what he believes in as well. And yet when once it would have invoked an burning passion and desire to fight, now it only rings hollow.

Zhang Liao bows his head slightly, considering how to answer. His tone is neutral and his expression never-changing, but still something lingers in his voice. A pause, a reluctance, and inside he feels as if significant effort is required to pull the words out his mouth.]

I walk the warrior's path; it is only natural that I would seek might. And I had thought might to mean strength, strength enough to tear through the battlefield and strike fear into the hearts of the enemy.