The rain gives way to a clear sky.
Under the night as thick as ink, scattered ghostly flames drift through the vast hills.
Due to the sudden change in weather, lightning flashed and torrential rains poured, forcing Hu's army, which set out from Feiyun City, to camp midway and wait for the rain to stop.
By the time the rain stopped, it was already night, unsuitable for marching, truly an unfavorable start.
In the massive Feiyun army camp, the flames flickered faintly, and a Great Banner with a large character 'Hu' fluttered in the wind from the camp's flagpole.
Not far from the campsite, a rock protruded from a slope.
The sound of hooves clattered.
The bright moon hung high in the night sky, as a white-maned warhorse slowly emerged from behind the rock.
On its back, Lu Qingshan, clad in armor, pursed his lips slightly and squinted, surveying the endless tents below.
