Under the bright moonlight, the fierce northern wind howled shrilly across the open wilderness, making several torches flicker unsteadily as it cut across people's skin like countless flying blades.
"We can't do that, Young Marquis, or we'll face military punishment."
Crouching and shrinking against the wind, Qin Hu and Qin An ran out of the camp, treading heavily through the thick snow.
Chapter 701