Time slipped away like a white colt flashing past a gap.
In the blink of an eye!
Nearly a month had already passed.
And now.
The air of the New Year was growing ever stronger. In just a few days, New Year's Eve—a night of extraordinary significance to the Huaxia Han, known to later generations as Lunar New Year's Eve—would arrive.
More than twenty li outside Daning City, a dense forest came into view.
It was the depths of winter. Out in the open, the biting north wind howled, making the branches rustle and sway.
High above, a Golden Eagle beat its wings as it circled through the sky.
Through the unique perspective it shared, Zhu Ying looked down, and the land and forest below seemed to unfold completely before his eyes.
Under Zhu Ying's gaze.
This forest covered an extremely vast area. Wild beasts often appeared within it, lending the place an air of mystery and danger.
From high above, more than a dozen wooden cabins could faintly be seen deep within the forest, appearing and vanishing among the trees. If one were not looking down from the sky, there would be no way to spot them at all. From outside the forest, or even after venturing deep into it, one could not detect their existence. They lay deep within the woods, perfectly blended into its depths and hidden amid the trees.
"General."
Liu Lei rode up to Zhu Ying on a warhorse, his expression respectful as he said, "This is the location my subordinate selected for the stronghold."
As he spoke, Liu Lei raised a hand and pointed toward the forest ahead.
"My subordinate led the brothers in searching far and wide for a long time. Of all the places we found, only this one is the most