East Sea Shore

Not to mention what happened after that night—the little white wolf's sudden speech had given Murong Wan'er quite a fright.

Wang Xian had thought Hu Keke would wake up, but things hadn't gone as he hoped.

By the day of Lidong, Hu Feilong and Mu Wentian had led a hundred thousand iron cavalry north by ship to wage war, yet Hu Keke still hadn't woken.

Even Sa Tongtian hadn't come to look for Wang Xian.

The empress in the palace seemed to have forgotten the upheaval on the sacred mountain, too.

She hadn't even urged Jin Buhuan to hunt down Hu Keke again. After all, the person who had vanished without a trace for three years had probably died on the wasteland long ago, in her eyes.

Snowflakes drifted down from the sky, erasing every trace.

Even the three people and one wolf in the small courtyard had settled into a quiet life.

Everything was waiting for the day of the winter solstice, when the empress would hold her enthronement ceremony.

At that time, the great general in the imperial city of Jinling had no idea that the barbarian army would come by sea. Everyone was kept in the dark.

It was as though everything had been fated.

In a small town on the East Sea shore, night was falling over a little tavern.

Jin Yuchun, who hadn't met up with an old friend in a long time, had invited Nangong Yunxiang to join him there.

He ordered a table full of food and wine and waited for his old friend, who had come from Flying Immortal Island.

After leaving the Southern Frontier, the two had traveled together, bringing their women back to the East Sea with them.

By a twist of fate, Baili Yunyan of Hundred Flowers Valley had