The wind of Canglang City, laden with coarse, gritty sand, slammed against the newly hung dark-black battle flag outside the Garrison Commander Manor, making a snapping, thunderous sound.
This flag, which symbolized the supreme military authority of the Northern Frontier, felt extraordinarily heavy in the eyes of Qin Lie at this moment, weighing down with the gloom of a storm blowing in from the Imperial Capital thousands of miles away.
Inside the study, the charcoal brazier burned fiercely, yet it failed to banish the bone-chilling cold that seeped deep into one's marrow. Qin Lie sat behind the spacious sandalwood desk, his fingertips slowly rubbing an unsigned secret letter.
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