It's the Wolf Drum!

Clad in azure battle armor, Bai Qi was leading his personal guards on an inspection along the defensive line.

Though the Human Race had already ascended to the pinnacle of the Three Realms, Bai Qi knew well: conquering the realm was hard, but guarding it was harder still.

He had sworn in his heart that he would never fail His Majesty's great expectations, that he would defend this gateway beyond the heavens unto death, and not allow even the slightest threat from beyond the heavens to lay a finger on so much as half an inch of the Primordial Wilderness's mountains and rivers—

Even if his blood were spilled upon this very ground, he would not hesitate.

The soldiers standing fast at their posts felt their hearts warm when they saw the general arrive in person.

By all rights, given Bai Qi's standing, he only needed to command from the central camp and devise strategies from behind the curtain.

Yet he had always remained the same, personally visiting the front lines at regular intervals, to see the comrades who had guarded the border for years on end.

This habit had been formed back when the Qin State was still weak;

even now, after unifying the Three Realms, he had not altered it in the slightest.

"General!"

"Greetings, General!"

Voices of greeting rose one after another, swelling from afar to near.

Faced with the soldiers' fervor, Bai Qi showed not the slightest arrogance, merely nodding again and again in acknowledgment, occasionally patting a shoulder in encouragement and asking after them with warmth;

he also listened carefully to the latest developments from every section of the defensive line—

Some crucial information could only be detected by front-line soldiers at the earliest moment.

The smallest details often affected the whole picture;

the slightest