Before dawn, Chentang Pass was shrouded in a thick Sea of Fog, and the morning wind buffeting the city walls was more violent than usual.
Li Jing, clad in armor, stood atop the ramparts, his fingers gripped so tightly around the hilt of his sword that his knuckles turned white. Since the former General, Tie Manshan, had been transferred to the Chu State to quell an uprising, Li Jing had taken over as the General of Chentang Pass, shouldering the heavy responsibility of defending the frontier.
He had originally expected to defend against nothing more than the troublemakers from the Immortal Valley, but ever since the seventh toll of the funeral bell rang out from Mount Wutai, things had taken a bizarre turn.
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