In the land of Yanbei, the wind and sand temper the bones, and the snowy mountains forge the soul. People here are born with no idea of what it means to bend the knee and what it means to give in. Even if we face an enemy that is ten times more powerful and an abyss, Yanbei's blade will always move forward - because we firmly believe that there is no invincible enemy in this world, only unbreakable ambition. Anyone who offends us in Yanbei will be repaid with thunder across thousands of mountains and rivers; this is not an empty talk, but a survival rule engraved in the bones of every Yanbei person. You can think of it as unruly, but we call it - character.
Treat me with courtesy and I will reciprocate with wine and drink the strongest wine with you. But if you wait for me to use my sword - then what you will see will be a warrior standing up from the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood. Our swords are not for conquering, but for protection; our blood is not for glory, but to keep the land behind us pure forever. The soldiers of Yanbei can die on the battlefield and be shrouded in horse leather. This is the fate and glory of soldiers; but our families must not be hurt. This is the bottom line, the reverse scale, and the eternal barrier that must be built even if the last bit of blood and bones is burned.
This is Yanbei. A land watered with loyalty and blood, a group of people who use their lives to fulfill their promises. The place we stand is an insurmountable barrier; the people we protect are a city that will never fall. Yan Bei's soul is: to win awe with his domineering power and strength, to condense eternity with his selflessness and great love.
