The night was dark, and the wind was fierce.
As time passed, the battle gradually settled into the dust.
At the foot of the mountain, the cries of slaughter gradually subsided.
Only scattered screams remained, along with the dull sound of hooves trampling over corpses.
The iron cavalry of the Zhenbei King and the North Cang King were closing their ranks, clearing the battlefield, binding the Northern Barbarian captives who knelt and begged for mercy into lines, and driving them toward the open ground at the foot of the mountain.
Torch after torch was lit, illuminating the mountain forest as brightly as day.
Watching the movement below, the Golden Light radiating from Jiang Ning slowly withdrew into his body, and the Great Sun in the night sky vanished along with it.
The next moment.
A figure descended onto the northern mountain peak outside the city.
At the same time.
On the northern mountain peak.
The instant Jiang Ning appeared, the entire mountaintop fell into dead silence.
Whether it was Ashina or the leaders of the Golden Tribes, they all noticed Jiang Ning's arrival at once.
Jiang Ning swept his gaze across them. On every face was either deathly stillness, awe, or despair...
Ashina was the first to react. She swiftly regained her composure, stepped forward, and bowed. "A child of Great Snow Mountain, Ashina, pays respects to Prince of Luoshui of Great Xia."
The leaders of the Golden Tribes behind her also came to their senses. Following Ashina's lead, they called themselves children of Great Snow Mountain and bowed to Jiang Ning.
Their manner was respectful, even carrying a hint of fawning fear.
Jiang Ning was not surprised by this.
The culture of the Northern Barbarian Grasslands differed from that of Great Xia.
Great Xia valued integrity and dignity. One