The Royal Court's banners had left the Northern Court, marching southward. This lean man silently sat in the carriage, his complexion far from pleasant.
The power of the Shanyue was always dispersed; only during Ganixi's reign had the world followed suit. Shanyue from the western foot of Li Mountain had crossed over the mountains to join him, while the rest of the Shanyue royal and noble families governed alongside the aristocracy, always sharing power with the priests.
In his hands, though the priests were sternly governed, the land was dotted with over a thousand villages. When he, as the Royal Court, now called for troops, the response was alarmingly sparse.
'They're all testing... waiting for Witch Mountain's reaction.'
The Royal Court had only managed to gather three thousand miscellaneous troops on top of his own elite five thousand. Timing the march, even a week might not suffice to reach Moonlight Valley, fueling his anxiety.
