After discussing everything in detail with my elder brother Zhao Wu,
Zhao Hong, who controlled Black Tiger Fortress, immediately left Qingshi Town.
He headed back in the direction of Black Tiger Fortress, located outside of Qingshi Town.
The next day, early in the morning,
when the sky had not yet fully brightened,
and a thick mist still lingered in the air,
atop a hill outside Qingshi Town, within a rather large mountain stronghold,
there sat Zhao Hong, the second son of the Zhao Family, quietly on a wooden armchair.
Next to him lay a blade that seemed to have undergone countless forging processes, a grade higher than the Hundred-Forged Steel Knife.
Beside him sat a scholarly-looking man with a pallid face and a mediocre appearance.
"Gao Qi, I don't know why, but I've been feeling rather uneasy,"
"I understand all of my brother's strategies,
"and I am aware of the ambitions and dreams he harbors in his heart,"
