The wind swept across the vast grasslands, leaving no trace behind.
A convoy of cavalry and carriages came to a brief halt for rest. From the most luxurious carriage at the center, an impatient and imperious female voice rang out:
"What is this filthy thing? Do you think it's fit for me to eat? I want roasted Mongolian gazelle—go hunt one for me immediately!"
Moments later, a squad of cavalry broke away from the main group, riding off to hunt.
This delegation had departed from the royal court of the Hu people tribe, supposedly en route to Dayong.
Inside the carriage sat the woman who called herself Princess QingWu—Asuna.
Yet, oddly enough, Dayong lay to the south of the grasslands, while this group was heading north.
The wind howled past, leaving no trace behind.
On a distant highland, a figure cloaked in black suddenly emerged. His ashen-gray eyes were cold and indifferent as he gazed at the convoy below.
"Long time no see." A woman's voice abruptly sounded behind him.
