Dayang Empire, seven hundred miles north of the divine capital, Guandao.
It was late spring, and catkins were flying like snow, but they couldn't hide the vague smell of blood in the air. More than a dozen knights dressed in black attire and wearing standard long swords escorted a heavy iron cage prison car and marched silently on the official road. The leader is a young captain in his early twenties, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and a body as tall as a pine. He is Lu Zhaoyun, the heroic cavalry captain of the Fenglei Army.
