Feng City. Atop the arrow tower.
Lu Wuyong led the leading generals of Feng City, along with the formidable warriors recruited into his estate, to a high vantage point. As far as the eye could see across the open land, a large legion stood mounted, their faces covered by ghost masks, their bodies clad in colorful garments, and their heads adorned with colored feathers. Their formation was narrow at the front and broad at the rear, poised for a powerful assault.
At the head of them rode a figure dressed in a white brocade robe embroidered with numerous peacock patterns. A ghost mask covered her face, and a white feather symbolizing the Peacock royal family was stuck in her hair. She was none other than the little princess of the Peacock Dynasty, Ying Qian Du.
"Who goes there?" one of the generals beside Lu Wuyong shouted.
"Her Highness Princess Qian Du of the Peacock Dynasty has come to persuade Lu Wuyong to surrender. Lu Wuyong, open the city gates and surrender at once."
"What a joke. People from the Peacock Dynasty actually dare come to our Xifeng Empire and run wild? Such shameless boasting—and you even dare say you've come to persuade our general to surrender? Do you think you're worthy?"
Lu Wuyong waved his hand and called out loudly, "Is that Princess Qian Du who has come?"
Clop, clop, clop.
General Bai Yu urged her horse forward a few steps. She raised her face toward the sky and met Lu Wuyong's gaze from afar. After a brief clash of eyes, she spoke clearly, "It is Ying Qian Du."
"May I ask what brings Princess Qian Du here?"
"To persuade General Lu to surrender."
"I'm flattered." Lu Wuyong's expression remained calm as he said, "What I don't understand is why