Thousands of peaks lie beneath white snow, thousands of ridges stand ever lofty.
The scenery of Huangtu Ridge has scarcely changed since the last battle at Xingluo Granary, as if frozen in a painting.
The only thing that has changed is the eyes watching this painting.
Yu Wenye stands with his hands behind his back by the Luokou Ferry, his cold and deep-set eyes taking in everything before him. Indeed, he seems like a figure within the painting himself, from the great victory last time leading the return to court, to now leading the troops out again, his expression remains indifferent and his stature upright.
Even the unease within the army seems identical to last time.
This time, however, the source of unease is no longer the supervisor.
