At Yanmen Pass, the wind howled like a blade.
Someone asked Su Yunqi, “Your grandfather was a disgraced general. What gives you the right to guard this pass?”
He did not answer.
Later, someone asked him, “After Yang Ye died, why did you keep guarding it?”
He did not answer that either.
Eventually, no one asked anymore.
He was still guarding it.
From a young man to a white-haired elder, from one man to an entire pass, from a broken blade to a blank stele.
He gave his whole life to it.
