On the high platform, the immense King's Tent, overlooking the grassland like a Heavenly Palace gazing down on the earth, was already surrounded by guards who had lit torches, illuminating the King's Tent brightly.
The firelight gleamed, reflecting on the faces of those Samurai.
Each of them bore a solemn and murderous expression, as if they all understood that today would be an important day, deciding the fate of the cloud looming over their heads and who it will ultimately belong to.
Shang Ruyi stood at the entrance, silently gazing ahead.
At this moment, a few guards emerged from the King's Tent, seemingly on orders, hurried down the high platform, and whispered something to the tents closest to the King's Tent.
This should be Shali Khan summoning everyone.
Shang Ruyi instinctively held her breath, and in the next moment, saw a familiar figure emerge from one of the tents not far ahead.
It was Lei Yu.
