In the twelfth month of the lunar calendar, snow flew halfway across the sky.
Li Yuan, wearing a black robe with white edges, stood at the bow of a black canopy boat.
A poem says: At the top, seeing all mountains small.
Are the mountains smaller?
The mountains aren't actually smaller; it's just that one feels they are because of standing high.
At this moment, Li Yuan felt the same way. In Shanbao County, he had never seen anyone stronger than him, at least in terms of strength values. Those "small mountains" that once were oppressive now posed no significant threat to him.
As a result, he felt an unintended lightness and joy.
With a better weapon, he could become even stronger.
Next, it was time to establish his own influence.
He wasn't establishing power to stay on top or out of boredom, but because he needed it.
