





Dusk falls on Jizhou's crowded streets, refugees fleeing and grain sacks being hauled away by cloaked figures 敢藏一粒粮者,斩!
Liu Bei walks past with an old straw sandal in hand, back view of his black-haired Hanfu figure 这是...什么?
Four people retreat into a dilapidated temple, moonlight seeps through broken roof; Liu Bei holds dragon-marked fragment, which suddenly heats up, a faint voice whispers 气脉重组,必先破曹
Moonlight filters through cracked temple ceiling, illuminating Liu Bei, Li Che, Zhao Hu huddled inside dilapidated shrine; Liu Bei’s palm holds the faint glowing half-dragon qi fragment 这是方才那气脉残片,怎会有微光? 此碎片含先天气脉,绝非凡物 啊!这碎片竟在发烫!
Su Wei sits in a shadowed temple corner, lavender wavy hair catching the red glow of the qi fragment, jade resonance flute resting on her lap 武侯遗语必关联气脉重组的秘辛 气脉重组,必先‘破曹’...
Dawn breaks over Jizhou’s ruined fields, temple gates ajar; the glowing qi fragment in Liu Bei’s palm flickers with unresolved light, faint whispers lingering 九州已无曹魏,此‘曹’究竟指谁?