The flames danced on the silver mask and in the black eyes, like lightning in the summer rain.
It was late winter and was snowing. The Qi of Heaven and Earth in Chang'an had been put to rest, so it was not really lightning, but embers of fire.
The snowy field and the beautiful quiet village on the state highway should have made a beautiful scene. However, they were burned by fierce flames and had become a black and bleak wasteland.
Prince Long Qing looked at the scene before him silently and indifferently. He did not look excited and only his hand wrapped tightly around the rope revealed how he truly felt.
After leading the barbarian cavalry into the Eastern Wilderness, he had ordered his subordinates to set fire to the distant Eastern Border and this village.