Northern Mo's royal palace.
Underneath the Gate of Health's decorated archway.
Dressed in black armor, the stern-faced Vassal Prince of An'nan, Chou Fu, looked coldly at the youth in front of him with a frown.
Cloaked in a purple and blue cape, the youth wielded a sword as he blocked his way with his horse. There was a huge mass of heads behind him.
They hollered as they encircled the Red Turbans behind the Vassal Prince of An'nan with their spears at the ready.
"Vassal Prince of An'nan, are you plotting to revolt today?" Twelfth Mo's eyes did not have that carelessness, instead containing an imposing air.
"Your Twelfth Highness, a piece of advice. It is still not too late to leave right now."
"I truly wonder where the vassal prince's immense confidence comes from?" Mo Yu scoffed. "The old Vassal King of An'nan accompanied my late grandfather to conquer the kingdom, but his progeny intend to dash his loyal and righteous reputation."
