Chapter 278: Great Merit

"Thud, thud, thud..."

A series of dull, rapid drumbeats jolted Yang Ge awake from his sleep.

As he opened his eyes, darkness still enveloped him, yet all around him were chaotic and heavy footsteps interspersed with a few distant shouts, "The Tartars are sneaking up..."

'Timing is indeed everything!'

A thought flashed through his mind, and with a flick of his finger, the oil lamp on the central table in the room suddenly lit up, illuminating his calm, composed face.

He got up unhurriedly, dressed, grabbed his Cold Moon Saber, pushed open the door, and leapt up.

From midair, he saw the deep night split by the winding Great Wall into two worlds: one bright and one dark.

Inside the Great Wall was a world of fire, with soldiers from Datong running and shouting, torches held high, southward from atop the Great Wall.