The day had finally arrived, the day of the duel between Wu Qi and Yue Xu. Early in the morning, a thick and heavy, gray cloud had blanketed the entire Ji City. Snowflakes the size of a toddler's palm were falling and sprinkling down from the cloud ceaselessly, smearing the city with an awful atmosphere. Amidst such a dreadful weather, apart from those who had important businesses to attend, all the other people would rather spend the day with their wife and children near the warm fireplace in their homes. Who would want to leave the comfort and suffer the extreme coldness outside?
On the drill ground inside the Imperial Palace, flags and banners were waving violently in the strong wind, as loud battle cries shook the heaven like the fiercest thunderstorm.