Chapter 553: Demonic Territory (8)
Jeong Yeon-shin was at the eye of the typhoon sweeping through the northern Jianghu. Whether it was desirable or not, whether there was a better path or not, that much was certain.
Northern King Yaryul.
The one who, after the collapse of Hocheonseong at the edge of the Great Wall, had flowed like water through Yeokluseong and even seized control of Chi Geuk Fortress.
Across the vast land, opinions were divided.
The same was true even within the very military camp where Jeong Yeon-shin currently resided.
Han, Ming refugees, the old Jurchens, Yuan nomads, and even the silent Yozoku masters whose mere presence distorted the air around them—
Ssshhh—
It was the dead of winter, the peak of the cold.
A chill wind brushed the horizon, warping the broad spread of twilight into pale streaks.
They sat cross-legged throughout the desolate camp, whispering among themselves. Seated within the yellowish winds tinged with translucent frost, none of them bothered to lower their voices.
“Why did the new king halt the harvest?”
“I don’t understand. What’s the point of war if we can’t plunder?”