Eastern Dynasty, Southeast Yunhu Pass.
Returning once more to this sandstorm-veiled place, Zhiyu turned her face away in displeasure, burying it into Lu Jin'an's chest, her legs wrapped around his waist like an octopus, and murmured, "Master, Zhiyu doesn't like it here."
Lu Jin'an gently stroked Zhiyu's little head and said softly, "We won't stay long."
Behind him, thousands of Jinyi Guards stood in silent formation like a long black line, while scores of thousands of troops waited farther away in silence.
These troops were, of course, the army gathered by Prince Hui, Dongfang Yaoe.
Although Prince Hui now bore the name of a traitor, those willing to serve due to the lure of gold and silver jewelry were by no means few.
"My lord..." Dongfang Yaoe asked softly, "We're not really going to attack Yunhu Pass, are we?
Yunhu Pass is guarded by six Martial Saints, plus a million troops... I don't have the ability of King Qin, this isn't something we can swallow now."
