"Woo—"
As the sun sets in the west, the remaining sunlight is as red as blood.
The long sound of horns, like the roaring of chariots from ancient battlefields, spreads across the sky above Yunding Mountain, and quickly disperses in all directions.
In Jingguan City, where people's voices were once bustling, the place where the horn sounds traveled, all the noise strangely disappeared.
People driving carriages, shouting vendors, or storytellers in the tea houses, at this moment, they stopped their actions, choked on the words in their mouths, and turned their heads in unison toward the direction of the horn sound.
That was the direction of Yunding Mountain!
The next second, all around Jingguan City, noises arose from all quarters.
In the city, with a 'snap', the door of a household was opened and a gallant man hurried out, looking into the direction of Yunding Mountain with a tense expression, then rushed back inside.
