Under the bright moonlight, the harsh northern wind blew with a piercing whistle across the open wilderness, making the few torches flicker unsteadily as they cut at human skin like countless flying daggers.
"We can't, Young Marquis! We'll be punished by military law."
Crouching and shrinking from the wind, Qin Hu and Qin An ran out from the encampment, treading through the deep snow.
Chapter 701