BOOM…
The sound of war drums, booming like thunder, and the blare of horns easily tore through the gloom that enshrouded Qiyun Road.
"What—what is that sound?"
"Could it be? The battle is about to begin?"
As the citizens of Lingjin City were abuzz with discussion…
「The Qin Clan of the Royal Family.」
Qin Lie, sitting upright in a Taishi Chair in the front courtyard, abruptly looked up toward the Lingjin River. He could clearly distinguish that these were not the war drums of the Yang Family's Personal Guards.
Then…
It was clear that Qin Lie's expression had changed drastically.
"Master!"
An old butler ran over, his face flushed. Wiping sweat from his forehead, he shouted, "Master, the Martial Guard unit that has been floating on the Lingjin River for days is beating its drums and has raised its banner!"
"What banner?" Qin Lie shot to his feet. His teacup fell to the ground and shattered, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
