A few days later, on the Beiliang Road, a snow peak like a silver barrier stretched across the southern sky, the thousand-year-old ice and snow reflecting a cold glow under the sunlight, with the meltwater forming a river resembling a green silk ribbon, nourishing the fertile fields on both banks, the grass lush and verdant.
But the sky was yellow, with the wind rolling sand and dust, connecting to the firmament, creating a desolate scene.
"Xiao"
At the distant horizon, a piercing eagle's cry shattered the sky.
Following swiftly,
"Drive"
"Drive"
At the end of the official road, dust began to rise as a procession slowly emerged from the horizon.
Amidst the dust, at the forefront were several hundred troops in golden helmets and silver armor, riding exotic horses and carrying a large flag emblazoned with the character "Qian", imposing and majestic.
