The black fog on the battlefield of Changbai Mountain, like thick ink, still lingers between heaven and earth despite the passing of time, as if still recounting the aftermath of that breathtaking battle.
Meanwhile, in the Jiuli Tribe's Royal Court, the magnificently decorated hall was brightly lit, with the rich aroma of wine wafting through the air. The Jiuli Barbarian King sat high on the luxurious throne, raising goblets with the Great Witches, indulging in this rare moment of joy, with laughter echoing through the spacious hall.
Suddenly, a crisp "clang" resonated throughout the hall, like a bolt of lightning exploding in everyone's ears. It was seen that the exquisite bronze wine jar in the Barbarian King's hand unexpectedly slipped from his trembling fingers, crashing to the ground, wine splashing everywhere, blurring into a golden stain on the floor.
The Barbarian King's gaze instantly froze, and the smile on his face vanished in no time, replaced by an undisguised shock.
