Spring’s chill lingered, the cold not yet faded.
When the north wind howled, it roared like an angry dragon.
Along the mountain path of Kǔ Tóng Mountain, several fierce clashes had already taken place.
Countless corpses lay abandoned on the ground, fresh blood flowed over the earth and soaked into the soil.
The remaining hidden soldiers numbered no more than a third of what they once were.
At the front, an elegant young scholar shouted angrily, "Damn Qin soldiers! You have severed my thousand-year-old noble family! Must you truly wipe us out for the sake of those lowly commoners?!"
"Those people have been my family’s servants for generations."
"The contracts are all in place—does the Qin Emperor refuse to recognize them?!"
A general of the Qilin Army laughed heartily: "You fool, do you intend to use the contracts of the Chen Kingdom to bind the founding Emperor of Great Qin?"
"His Majesty swept the realm with martial prowess, and in just ten years established peace across all lands."
"This may be fate, but also the work of man. Who are you to force the Emperor’s rules to bow before your petty contracts? Have you been drinking too much horse’s urine to still be so dazed?"
His words were sharper than blades.
The young scholar standing before him could not match this verbal assault.