For some reason, Hassan felt that the closer they got to the Central Plains, the quieter his master became. It was not hesitation or fear he sensed but more of a contradictory feeling.
He knew his master had lived in the South before, but he knew nothing about what his master had experienced there. He did not know why his master went to the grasslands, nor did he know why his master sought to establish a new dynasty there. Hassan always felt his master was hiding a lot of things.
Now, under Donti’s lead, the imperial court warriors were rushing towards Stronghold 176 to rescue their enemies, the Bulan and Kirghiz tribes.
At first, Hassan did not understand what Donti was trying to do because those people were their enemies. But later, he and the other tribal chiefs realized Donti was much more magnanimous than they were.
What he wanted was a complete grassland, a grassland that could lead them to greater heights. He was not looking to revel in the fragmentation of the nomads.
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