Zhuge Yue raised his eyebrows and kicked the horse's stomach lightly. His army split into two sides to create a pathway for him to pass through. The man rode on his horse, dressed in green, with the giant mountain peaks behind him. The wind blew from afar and brushed against a few strands of hair on his temple, as he stared deeply into the distance.
He rode forward and frowned slightly. The war had only just begun. What exactly could have caused the savage Quanrong people to panic to this extent?
"Your Majesty! There is a massive army from Yan Bei approaching from the direction west of Luori Mountains," the scout sprinted towards Zhuge Yue, knelt down on the icy ground, and reported loudly.
Zhuge Yue frowned and thought for a little while before replying, "How many people do they have? Who is leading them?"
"We don't know yet."
"Continue to find out more."
"Yes."
