On the frontline of the Yan and Qian border, a fierce battle had just ended. Some soldiers were dressing their wounds, while others were reorganizing their arrows.
War can turn individuals rich in emotions into emotionless parts of a machine, and the scene here was the perfect illustration of this fact.
No one was sad, no one shed tears, nor did anyone play the flute or the Guzheng. No one looked at the impending sunset and how compatible it was with the current scenario.
The Qian State was renowned for its many poets, including a number from the borderlands. However, no one truly understood how, during nearly a hundred years of peace between Yan and Qian, these border poets of the Qian State could be "moved by the scene" to compose such heroic and grand poems about the battlefield.
