In the eighth year of the Tianhan era, at the winter solstice, the north wind howled. The King of the Northern Nomads personally led an army of a hundred thousand and breached Yanmen Pass.
Yanzhou was laid waste. Smoke signals rose everywhere, corpses covered the fields, nine out of ten homes stood empty, and bones littered the ground!
The emperor issued dozens of decrees, yet not one vassal king answered the call to defend the throne.
The Longhan Empire stood on the brink of ruin!
Outside the capital, a red robe blazed like fire, and a white horse bore a golden spear.
A youth sat astride his horse beside the Yan River, clad in fine qilin-scale armor and a mask of hardened steel.
His long-handled golden spear pointed straight at the sky. His gaze burned bright, and he faced death without fear!
With a single thrust, he pierced the armor of eight thousand foes. Five thousand red-armored soldiers marched out, leaving seventy thousand Northern Nomads dead within the pass.
He had seen the dragon unarmored, and now the youth returned.
From then on, Longhan had one fewer valiant Heavenly General, and one more young Sage of Letters.
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