The brilliant glow of the dawn disrupted the tranquillity of the night.
Outside Yuanchi City.
Tantai Xuan was donning a full-body armor. His face was serious as he stood in his chariot. Its wheels dragged through the white snow, leaving heavy marks in it.
Snow drifted down from the sky, and the icy-cold snow covered the earth like a thick white coat.
Jiang Li was wearing his armor too. On horseback, he guided a crimson horse along—the horse huffing and releasing hot breath that was like a ball of flame in the white snow.
"Lord, there's no need for you to fight with us," Jiang Li spoke as he looked at Tantai Xuan, who was on the chariot.
Tantai Xuan shook his head, saying as he waved his hands, "The Great Xuan soldiers are charging the enemy lines. How can I hide behind?"
"If we're fighting… We fight together."
Tantai Xuan was resolute and decisive in his decision.
