The Unbeaten North Hunt

In places unknown to the overwhelming majority, war had already begun.

Scouts slaughtered one another, armored soldiers howled, flesh and blood piled into mountains, blood flowed like rivers. As though army formations capable of overturning heaven and earth had crashed together with a thunderous roar, countless vibrant lives withered in an instant.

Yet at the source of this war, the center of Great Yan's power, the murderous tension between the three old men was swiftly fading.

Only because the Prime Minister had left a margin.

Though Xu Yinhe had brought the war quietly unfolding into the open, he had not revealed the name of the man who had brazenly sent out troops.

Perhaps it was forbearance; perhaps it was concession.

But whichever it was, it showed that this lord chancellor did not yet wish to tear off all pretense. For the time being, fighting while negotiating and confining this war to Xize Continent suited everyone's short-term expectations.

Drawn by nine earth dragons, the majestic and ponderous imperial mobile palace slowly entered its destination. The Wugui Army, which had guarded it all the way, halted its formation outside Imperial Dragon Forest, handing over the duty of protection to the gold-armored Imperial Guards permanently stationed at the hunting grounds.

Mounted on a strange beast resembling a pixiu, Li Zhaoyuan, clad in a dragon-patterned robe, calmly watched the landbound palace receding into the distance, as well as the ink-wash mountains and forests shrouded in boundless mist and waves. His voice carried a trace of reminiscence.

"This hunting ground truly hasn't changed at all."

The general ahead of him, dressed in heavy armor and leading Li Zhaoyuan's mount, glanced back at those words, somewhat surprised.

"Your Highness could not have been more than a child then. You still remember?"

Li Zhaoyuan gazed out over