While Wang Jian orchestrated his own private conquests within the secluded, moonlit chambers of his valley, the world he had set ablaze with his actions was beginning to burn. The ripples from the slaughter at Serpent's Pass were no longer subtle tremors; they were a tidal wave of political maneuvering and righteous fury, about to crash upon the shores of the entire State of Yue.
The first, and most devastating, blow was not one of steel, but of words.
