At the General's Shrine, you have seen the lively arena where villagers cheered, and met the blind, bewildered…
At the General's Shrine, you have seen the lively arena where villagers cheered, and met the blind, bewildered elder. You remember sharing a knapsack with her here, yet you still owe her a pine nut candy...
Now, things have changed and people are gone; the wind sweeps the wilderness, the moonlight traces the doors, and the night at the shrine is hushed and solemn. The general bled to bring this peace, and now he's barred from ever tasting it. Entering the General's Shrine once more, you only wish...
You bow solemnly, just as Uncle Jiang asked of you many years ago. You witnessed that story unfold across Qinghe, and unknowingly became a part of it yourself. The general fighting to the death in blood-stained armor; this is loyalty. The warrior casting aside his name and riding north in disguise; this is righteousness. This loyalty and righteousness sweep across the wilderness like winds, waiting only for future generations to recount.