Beneath the winding red clouds, Song Ciwan explained to Mr. Gao, "The Nine Provinces had four hundred and eighty countries, locked in a chaotic war for three hundred and sixty years. During that time, countless small countries were wiped out, and an unknown number of large countries fractured into smaller ones."
"They split and merged, merged and split. Whether emperor or general, hero or tyrant, peddler or soldier, or the common people—no one could escape the strangling grip of war!"
"During this period, many remarkable figures rose with the tide of the era, intending to unify the Nine Provinces, but they all failed."
Song Ciwan paused here.
Mr. Gao's face showed a hint of disdain. Song Ciwan looked at him, and he scoffed, "The Nine Provinces are vast. My father said even an Immortal would have trouble flying to its ends in ten days. Unifying it is impossible!"
