In the distance, the sound of horse hooves thundered, a thousand troops galloping forward, breaking the morning's tranquility.
The sound of the hooves grew closer, like the beat of war drums, tightening the hearts of those who heard it.
Shi Xiong and Vermilion Bird, along with Great Khan Dangxin and his beloved daughter Princess Gugela, who had rushed here overnight, arrived swiftly and fiercely.
The dust raised by the hooves looked like a yellow dragon, rolling and surging, covering the sky and sun.
The procession was imposing, shaking the earth wherever it went.
Shi Feiyang had long anticipated the commotion; he had expected today's meeting since last night, quietly considering how to handle the emotions and situations from all sides.
At this moment, he turned and gave a gentle smile to Yili, who was beside him, a smile that carried reassurance and confidence.
