On the eighth day of the tenth month, before dawn had broken, the Great River Alliance's members, densely packed and armed with sharp weapons, had already sealed off a ten-li stretch on both banks of the Liao River outside Liao City.
The Great River Alliance had posted notices bearing official seals of approval. Those within the city were forbidden from leaving, while anyone within ten li outside the city was barred from proceeding along the roads leading into it. All idle onlookers were completely cut off from spying upon the Liao River, creating the quietest and most favorable setting for the battle between the Dragon King and the Heavenly Saber.
Xiang Yang and Ning Ke arrived leisurely under such conditions at a boundary marker three li downstream from the Liao River, quietly awaiting the Dragon King's appearance. In the darkness, there was not a soul in sight in any direction, only the occasional sound of waves striking the shore.
Late autumn was drawing near. The morning air was cool and dry; one deep breath left every inch of the body brimming with ease and vitality. Yet Xiang Yang was anything but relaxed. His expression was cold and aloof as he repeatedly glanced toward the Liao River's upstream, downstream, and waters.
"What is it? Before a great battle, you should calm your heart and steady your breath. Why is your mind wandering now?"
Ning Ke had arranged her hair in a drooping bun today. Paired with her palm-sized, pretty little face, it made her appear even more lively and playful. She had originally been in high spirits, but upon seeing Xiang Yang's condition, she grew somewhat worried. Taking his hand of her own accord, she frowned and asked.
"It's nothing. I simply find it rather amusing. Ah Ke, have you ever