Xihan

In the thirteenth year of Jian'an, at Changban in Dangyang, flames of war rolled across the land.

Beneath a sky full of dust, Zhao Yun fought his way out of encirclement, drenched in blood, and handed the swaddled infant to Liu Bei.

The eyes of tens of thousands of soldiers turned toward them.

A dull thud sent dust billowing as the bundle hit the muddy ground strewn with rocks.

Silence fell. Everyone waited for the child to scream in anguish.

There was no cry.

The infant slowly opened his eyes.

Deep within, he roared: I'm Liu Paopao... No. I'm Liu Shan!

I will never become the Duke of Anle, much less that useless Adou! Chancellor, don't shoulder everything alone! You and I will restore our shattered Han lands together! Now that I'm here, I'll lead an iron tide that crushes everything in its path!