"The drumbeats commenced, and the warriors prepared their meals. With the second beat, they tightened their armor. The third called forth the blade from its sheath, and at the fourth, soldiers were handed their commands. In advance and retreat, all must heed the call, for disobedience would surely meet the blade; all troops and lords return to camp!"
Chen Ji looked up only to see a figure in a brown robe humming a tune, slowly walking up the riverbank and disappearing behind rows of willows.
The figure had come in haste and left just as quickly.
Like a famous actor on stage who, after performing his highlight, retreats into the shadows beyond.
This time, Chen Ji was prepared to forcefully confront the dream with the fiery energy within his body; he even planned to try pulling Meng Ji into Xuanyuan's Qingshan.