A customer had come calling; service with a smile was required.
"From this general's wind-swept stride, I can tell at a glance that you are a tiger among men. This humble stall sells only the road ahead. General, please think carefully about which item you wish to take home. Fair to young and old alike, genuine goods at honest prices—no haggling."
Bai Yujun enthusiastically greeted the customer, though in truth, only this military general had heard her hawking her wares.
"The road ahead..."
The general fell silent. His hair had turned white before its time, his face haggard. The words "road ahead" tasted especially bitter on his tongue.
Some voice in the depths of his heart told him to buy an item. It was strange—among so many exquisite and luxurious shops, none had interested him, yet he had come straight to this tiny roadside stall, as though it concerned his future and fate.
Thinking of fate made his heart bleed again. Corrupt officials and treacherous ministers at court formed factions and attacked dissidents, framing those who disagreed with them. The Yan Army from the Northern Lands was pressing at the border, yet the court still refused to abandon its factional strife.
"Alas, where is the road ahead?"
He lowered his head to inspect the goods, and his eyes suddenly lit up. Though he had not touched it, one glance told him how sharp the Ring-pommel Saber was.
What a fine saber!
The general squatted down and picked up the Ring-pommel Saber, examining it from side to side with delight. Such a fine saber was perfect for charging through military formations, more useful than a treasured sword. A general born of the army did not care for flashy, ornamental swords; he preferred sabers. To encounter such a treasure at this roadside