The sixth death knell rang out, its reverberations far stronger than those before. The echo rolled across the peaks of Mount Wutai, startling countless birds into flight and setting the tigers to roaring within the mountain forests.
Chentang Pass was the garrison closest to Mount Wutai.
Li Jing, clad in silver armor, pulled on his reins and looked up at the sky. The blazing September sun had been swallowed by dark clouds, and the air was heavy with a suffocating sense of foreboding.
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