The soldiers in Willow Camp held aloft banners of dark hue, standing tall and endlessly, obscuring the sky.
Burgeoning banners stretched and flaunted, the ornate gilded "Dashun" characters intertwining and twisting in the wind, rustling loudly.
Liang Qu glanced down briefly.
As the banners fluttered, the soldiers stood silently in attendance, high-ranking officials in crimson attire respectfully bowing their heads.
All was quiet and still.
Wild geese flew high, clouds drifted slowly, the campsite changed from dark to light, tent cloths reflecting a dazzling white glow.
He suddenly felt a sensation in his heart.
With both hands above his head, he bowed deeply.
"Your servant, shall forever heed the instruction!"
The engraving knife came to a stop, and shavings of bamboo fluttered down.
The Minor Official, carving with pen and knife, recorded the oral edict on the green jade bamboo planks, to certify that the decree had been transmitted.
