A warhorse came to a halt in the distance.
Its black hooves pawed at the ground a few times, caked with mud, scraping out a small pit where grass roots and soil mixed together.
The warhorse snorted and blew, shook its head, and a puff of air sprayed from the black iron bit.
A large hand gently patted the horse's neck. The man on its back wore a grave expression, his eyes cold as he watched the battle between Jiang Shang and Song Sheng Chaoying in the distance.
Behind the man, well over a thousand warhorses stood in neat formation. More than a dozen battle generals, each imposing and formidable, in gleaming helmets and bright armor, stared firmly at the distant fight.
One man leaned closer to the person beside him and said, "Your Highness seems focused on this battle too."
The other man smiled. "What Your Highness is watching is another battle."
Then he added, "A battle you cannot see."
After a long while, the man on the black warhorse at the very front lowered his head, seeming to be deep in thought.
A white warhorse slowly stepped forward a few paces and stopped with its head level with his.
"Your Highness."
A well-dressed young man smiled. "Something unexpected has happened. Should we make a change as well?"
King Tiechi raised his head and looked at the heavens. His expression was calm, but his eyes seemed very complicated, very profound.
"Change... Of course we must change. Heh, this era truly is interesting. It seems no other era has ever been as lively as this one."
King Tiechi gazed up at the heavens and revealed a tired smile.
"So many famous families and great clans have all cultivated peerless experts. In any other era, any one of them could have