13 years had passed. The grass had withered and grown over and over as the young kids learned to swing their blades again. The blood of battle had remained stagnant for 13 years, yet it was about to be revived again.
The Meilin Pass was crowded as the Quan Rong cavalry swarmed over. With a sea of army and an ocean of blades, their horses stomped over the lands of the Yan Empire. The formidable army and the massive sandstorm that trailed behind instilled such fear in the defenders that countless cities ran without putting up a fight, abandoning the very city they were supposed to protect.
