Iron City, once a frontier city jointly guarded by the Northern Border Alliance, has now become a city of the State of Qin.
The night is deep, and the snowflakes fall continuously.
But within Iron City, the lights stretch endlessly, like a vast galaxy, illuminating this snowy night.
Lu Qingshan stands atop the city wall of Iron City, gazing into the darkness of the distant snowy plains, then turning back to view the entire Qingshan Army.
With such an army, what do the Otherworldly Ghosts really matter?
Since they are the dead, they should stay well beneath the Netherworld, not causing trouble.
...
Lu Qingshan stood on the city wall for an entire night.
At dawn the next day, the city was filled with the thunderous sound of war drums and horns.
Iron City, in the snowstorm, is like a sleeping lion, waking with the rising sun.
