The layered fortress stood majestically like a mountain, connecting with the white clouds above and dominating the vast desert below at "White Cloud Pass."
A middle-aged man wearing simple cloth attire, his temples touched by frost, appeared quite ordinary. He was sitting cross-legged on a tiger skin chair, with an unremarkable goose feather saber resting on his knees.
Though his body didn't look particularly robust, within it echoed the sound of wind and thunder, reminiscent of crane calls, raging torrents, and startling thunderclaps.
With each breath he took, the airflow in the entire tent surged, turning into a howling gale.
It was as if not a mere human, but a primordial beast of a size comparable to mountains, was perched there.
Suddenly.
Hurried footsteps sounded from outside the door. A deputy general, his face covered in dust, rushed into the tent and saluted with a fist clasped in hand, urgently addressing the middle-aged man:
"Report—!
