Sun Xin rode posthaste into the province of Fujian past green meadows, towering rock formations and trees, and bountiful farmland. He pushed his steed to a full gallop until he arrived at the garrison where he was to meet General Jin currently in command of the troops stationed there. He was halted at the gate where he showed the golden plaque Shang Jian had provided. The general was summoned and he greeted Sun Xin with a pleased smile.
“Ah, you must be Sun Xin the renowned swordsman. I’ve heard quite a great tale about you. Your deeds and mysterious persona have been quite the popular topic among common folk and elites alike.”
“Well, I hope I can live up to your expectations, General,” Sun Xin replied as he saluted him. The garrison was buzzing with activity as soldiers made their way
