The Divine Dynasty.
Taiyuan Prefecture.
After centuries of conquest, the Divine Dynasty now ruled over the Nine Provinces.
Compared to the vast Divine Dynasty, Taiyuan Prefecture was but a corner of the realm. Still, it was a sprawling land that supported millions of people.
It was dusk. The setting sun cast a crimson haze over the land, bathing everything in a soft, gentle glow.
In a forest outside the city.
A shabby carriage was parked at the edge of the woods. The driver clutched the reins, controlling a stubborn old horse. He kept glancing into the depths of the forest, his eyes betraying his anxiety and unease.
'Why aren't they out yet?'
'Just a ten-year-old kid, a scholar who's never even practiced Martial Arts. What's taking so long?'
"..."
His face etched with impatience, the driver jumped down from the carriage. He tied the reins to a random tree trunk and strode into the woods.
He had not gone far when a commotion reached his ears.
