As Li Chengji looked up into the cloud void towards the tomb of the Han dynasty, Jiang Hanyun was also gathering people with Lei Yun, preparing to head towards Dasheng Pass.
"Zhuque House has sent up nine consecutive beacons, the highest level of alarm, something I've never seen since joining the Liudao Division."
Ma Chenggong was preparing his mount and weapons: "I wonder what the situation is over there?"
"Since it's heading to Dasheng Pass, it's probably related to the tomb of the Han dynasty."
Lei Yun, clearly more experienced than Ma Chenggong, said: "The tomb is sealing a huge ghostly army of three hundred thousand souls from the Han dynasty. Old Ma, if there's anything you want to say to your wife, like about personal savings, you'd better tell her now. Many of us might not make it back this time."
Ma Chenggong was taken aback: "Is it that serious?"
Jiang Hanyun, however, had been distracted and seemed lost in thought the whole time.
