Zhao Zun, clad in armor, led his men to Beiguan Yong'an City. Meanwhile, the Turkic royal court was immersed in a celebration.
In April on the Turkic Grassland, the spring breeze swept through, causing the grass waves to roll, as if the earth itself was rejoicing for the forthcoming grand event.
The pastures were lush, cattle and sheep were abundant, and the Turkic warriors gathered in front of the Sacrificial Wine Platform, whispering and discussing among themselves.
Their gazes frequently swept towards the center of the Sacrificial Wine Platform, where three plump white sheep were tied to a wooden frame, filled with anticipation and nervousness.
"Have you heard? Lord Mudu has made something called 'peanuts'!"
A young warrior whispered to his companion beside him, eyes sparkling with excitement.
