On a rainy night, Gao Jianli of the Mohists led his followers into Xianyang. The Frost Water Sword froze everything within a hundred paces. Li Si hurried to report that rebels had entered the city, while Ying Zheng tapped his bamboo slip with a finger. Gai Nie took his Yuanhong sword and left the palace to fight, disappearing into the rain.
Only father and son remained in the hall. Ying Zheng closed his eyes and murmured, “The child born amid that thunderstorm fourteen years ago… It’s time to bring him back.”
The clash of swords rang out beyond the gate. Gai Nie had already engaged Gao Jianli.
