In the sixth year of Zhongping, in the Kingdom of Changshan, Jizhou. The autumn heat was still scorching, and the farmers were so busy in the fields they could barely catch their breath. On a hillside at the edge of the village, an old man and a young man sat facing each other. The young man watched the children below galloping around on bamboo hobbyhorses and sighed. “The Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out a few years ago, and now Dong Zhuo has turned Luoyang into a cesspit. I’m afraid these children will have to take up arms and go to war before they’ve even grown up.” His master, Tong Yuan, raised an eyebrow slightly. “Jinglue, are you planning to leave the mountain?” Gong Sun Mu nodded.
