Spring faded and autumn arrived, with flowers blooming and falling in turn. Six months passed in the blink of an eye.
Autumn had just settled over Laiyang Prefecture, bringing a desolate, chilly scent to the air. The bustling streets lacked their usual prosperity; many shops had shuttered, and a growing number of ragged refugees huddled at the city gates.
As hoofbeats echoed, the refugees lifted their grimy faces. Upon seeing the Qilin uniforms, fear flashed in their eyes, and they instinctively shrank back.
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