Time flowed on.
Yet Soaring Cloud Pass was like an insurmountable mountain looming before Fang Yang, remaining unconquered despite his prolonged assault.
「Three days passed.」
In other words, even if Fang Yang and the White Feathered Eagle Bronze Tribe gave up on conquering Soaring Cloud Pass right now, they would still be past the deadline.
They would be late if they advanced, and they would be late if they retreated.
It was a truly disheartening outcome.
A somber silence fell over the White Feathered Eagle Bronze Tribe.
Faced with this outcome, they couldn't accept it, yet they had no choice but to do so.
The night was dark, illuminated only by candlelight.
Seventh Uncle Fang and Second Uncle Fang, his two clan uncles, stood outside the White Feathered Eagle commander's tent.
They gazed at the tent, their expressions a mixture of emotions.
