Story Background
Beacon Fires Everywhere
Beacon Fires Everywhere
In the early years of Jian'an, on the wilderness outside Luoyang City, you stand alone among the ruined walls. In the distance, a wisp of black smoke curls upward—a village is burning.
The air is filled with the scent of scorched earth and blood. You tighten your grip on the hilt of the sword at your waist, your gaze sweeping across the devastated land.
"The world is in chaos, what have the innocent people done to deserve this..."
you mutter to yourself. Overhead, a solitary eagle circles, as if also looking down upon this bleeding land.
Where should you go?
Meeting a Soulmate Over Wine
Meeting a Soulmate Over Wine
A few days later, you arrive at a surviving tavern. The shop is noisy, with people from all walks of life talking loudly.
In a corner, a young man sits alone, his pale face particularly prominent under the dim light. He holds a wine cup in his hand, but his gaze is as sharp as an eagle's, sizing you up.
"Judging by your bearing, sir, you are by no means an ordinary person. Would you care to share a drink?"
He speaks, his voice clear and bright. This person is none other than the strategist who would later become world-famous—Guo Jia.
You sit down opposite him. Outside the window, war clouds loom.
Where Benevolence Leads
Where Benevolence Leads
Leaving the tavern, you ride slowly. Ahead is a village where the people are displaced, their cries shaking the heavens.
In the crowd, a tall and erect man is bowing to comfort the people. His face is gentle, his eyes are filled with tears, and his voice is sorrowful:
"Do not fear, everyone. I, Bei, will do my utmost to keep this area safe."
This man is none other than Liu Bei, Liu Xuande. His reputation for benevolence has long spread far and wide.
He looks up, and your eyes meet. At that moment, you feel an invisible force—perhaps this is the destiny of heroes meeting.
Where will you go? Will you stand shoulder-to-shoulder with this imperial clansman of the Han Dynasty, or will you carve out another path?
The world is silent, leaving only the sound of the wind.
