The Shattered Realm.

The Zhao delegation moved along at a leisurely pace. Although the Shattered Realm was a lawless land teeming with horse bandits, it wasn’t like the horse bandits were fools. The moment they saw the thousand-strong cavalry escorting the convoy and the fluttering banners of the state of Zhao, they all quietly vanished.

The Zhao cavalry was renowned throughout the world, and the horse bandits had no desire to test the sharpness of their blades with their heads.

Just then, an army appeared ahead of the delegation. Their armor were gleaming, and their banners were flying high bearing the word “Jin.” The general in charge of guarding the convoy spotted the force from afar, spurred his horse forward, and demanded, “Who dares block our path?”

Feng Lin rode forward and replied, “This subordinate is Feng Lin, a deputy general of Western Jin. I have been ordered to await you here and escort the Princess through the pass!”

After the general returned to the carriage...