As the saying goes, once you enter the gates of a noble household, the depth is like that of the sea. There certainly are many people who want him dead.
"Qin An, do you think we can find a spot to get out of the wind?"
Under the bright moonlight, the fierce north wind carrying a piercing whistle swept across the open wilderness, blowing the few torches into a flickering, dying state, while cutting against people's skin like countless flying blades.
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