Between heaven and earth, the national fortune of Great Yan gathered into a sea. A young man dressed in a black dragon robe and crowned with a sulfur pearl diadem slowly materialized, stepping down one step at a time.
Chen Yuan... has arrived!
"Hail to Your Majesty."
"Hail to Your Majesty!"
"Hail..."
Everyone's expressions turned solemn as they raised their hands towards the young man exuding enormous pressure and bowed in respect.
"You may rise," Chen Yuan nodded slightly and then turned to Prince Zhen Nan, Chu Changfeng, and said in a deep voice:
"Beat the drums, assemble the troops!"
"As you command!"
Chu Changfeng bowed and quickly gave the order, and several powerful men immediately began to beat the drums.
"Boom..."
"Boom..."
"Boom..."
Nine drumbeats rang out successively, and all the soldiers within Zhen Nan Pass quickly understood, as if it were a natural reaction, and began to march out of the city, assembling in an enormous open space outside.
