That day, in Jingguan City, the scorching sun blazed in the sky, with a hint of heat and oppression in the air.
At the Yunding Mountain, in the Government Administrative Office, down the mountain, there were sparse sounds of weapons, imbued with a sense of impending doom. On both sides of the mountain path, hidden sentries were densely arranged, eyes like eagles. On the mountain path, galloping hooves sped up and down, the clattering of stones and armor leaves interlaced, while in the sky, flashes of silver light occasionally broke the mountain's monotony.
Outside the discussion hall, banners fluttered, inside, a few generals stood below, bowing with fists clasped, heads lowered with embarrassed expressions, obediently receiving instruction.
In the main seat, Helian Mountain paced back and forth, with a stern aura and a hint of impatience on his face.
This State Preceptor, who had assisted three kings and weathered countless storms, rarely showed such an expression.
