Only a day had passed when movement appeared on the official road to the west.
The sky over Fengqiu City was as overcast as rice paper soaked in ink, with heavy clouds hanging so low they seemed ready to crash down upon the towering arrow towers atop the city walls.
Zhao Kuo, the newly appointed Mighty General and Imperial Envoy of the Xia State, rode on a blood-sweating horse, followed by twenty guards in golden armor. The group entered the city with an air of arrogance, the sound of their horseshoes striking the bluestone road sounding particularly grating in the quiet streets.
Chapter 390