Eighteen years ago, a carriage slipped out of Qingping Capital under cover of darkness.
Eight years ago, a hundred thousand cavalrymen pounded on Qingping Capital's gates at dusk.
Five years ago, the armies of seventy-two kingdoms and eighty-nine tribes gathered beneath Qingping Capital to join forces against the rebels. Only a year ago did the city's gates open again, welcoming its first visitor. It was a turbulent, magnificent age, with countless figures taking the stage to enact their own joys and sorrows, their partings and reunions.
