On the twelfth of March, atop a mountain peak next to the Mausoleum of the Tai Grand Emperor of Liao, Zhang Guanlan, the Heavenly Master Qianyuan, was seen overlooking the direction of Jizhou City with his hands behind his back, his eyes like a bright candle flame.
His words held a hint of probing, "Brother Zong, please tell me honestly, what does our master think about this impending battle?"
The man he was inquiring with was 'Shenlie Blade' Zong Xuanhua, the enigmatic man in a black cloak and conical bamboo hat whom Li Xuan had met a few times.
However, the figure of this man was facing away from Zhang Guanlan, seeming interested in observing the corridor that led into the tomb. "Our master says observe the changing situation for now. If you want to support the Oirats, that is up to you.
But from now on, we shall each go our own way. Once we meet in the battlefield, do not resent our master for being ruthless!"
