On the broad and gently sloping platform at the mountainside, the crimson glow of the sunset filtered through the pines and cypresses along the path, casting a light on everyone's face.
On one side was the iron cavalry of the Yu Country, led by Zhao Douan dressed as a noble gentleman, a torrent of steel.
On the other, the disciples of the Zixiao Palace, dressed in white and purple Taoist robes, stood in a strict formation, ready for battle.
The winter chill swept through the mountain path, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense and murderous.
"The Zixiao Palace has closed its doors to visitors. If you, the devotees, wish to go up the mountain, please come back tomorrow," the Taoist holding a horsetail whisk said calmly.
Zhao Douan, still on horseback, said with interest: "Do you know who I am?"
