"At this pace, how long until we reach Shangjing?"
"Three more days."
In Shangjing, the Ten Surnames and the State Preceptor grew anxious, and incense was burning before the ancestral hall. The Long-winning King, leading his army from Salt State, was equally anxious. He had set off with thirty thousand Iron Cavalry, lightly equipped for rapid movement, traveling day and night.
Yet, mysterious occurrences plagued their journey. The Long-winning King felt increasingly uneasy and snapped, "Three days?"
"When we crossed the river earlier, they said it would take only three days! Now I've abandoned the baggage and am leading only elite soldiers and light cavalry. After a day and a half of hard riding, you're telling me it still requires three days?"
"There's nothing to be done. Has there ever been a moment of peace on this journey?"
The Think Tank nearby heard this and immediately lamented, "We've been watched from the very start..."
