In the Huade Prefecture city, within the Magistrate's grand hall.
Prince Wu Tuo, clad in a deep blue long robe, sat at the seat of honor, sipping his tea with fine appreciation.
Prince Wu Tuo, in his thirties this year, did not have the rough and rugged features typically associated with the Hu Clan; his facial contours were three-dimensional, and his cheeks were as cold and sharp as if chiseled by a knife. Nor did he possess the barbaric temperament of his people; he was deeply interested in the Confucian culture of Da Rong, fond of its classics, and his behavior followed the etiquettes of Confucianism.
He admired the prosperity and brilliance of Da Rong, desiring everything it had to offer.
After finishing his tea, he lifted his head to look at Cui Liang, who stood in the center of the hall.
"Did you say Yang Zhenshan has already led a large force to occupy Guanshan Pass?" He asked calmly.
