"Commander, the General has already made a move!"
The next day at dusk, as the sky began to darken, the entire Chuanchong Pass was cloaked in a silent snowfall laden with an indescribable tranquility.
A Red-armored Han man briskly strode through the snowy corridor, entered a grand hall, and quietly bowed to a tall figure standing by the window, gazing at the heavy snow outside.
Pei Yanhu faced the icy wind like a knife outside the window, looking at the vast gray sky, his tiger eyes drooped as if deep pools bearing countless emotions brewing within, finally letting out a long breath of white mist through his nose and mouth.
He slowly turned sideways; by now, this remaining Commander no longer carried the majesty and authority he once had. Looking at the Piaoqi under the Nine Colonels, he spoke with a voice mellowed by past hardships, "I have been both anticipating and dreading this day!"
