North of Canglang City, the chill of the wasteland had seeped into the marrow of the bone.
The lead-gray sky hung low, pressing down upon the withered, cowering wild grass. A biting northerly gale whipped up the sand, scraping across exposed skin like a blade.
Qin Lie reined in his warhorse. The black-maned steed between his legs blew heavy puffs of white steam, restlessly pawing at the frozen clods of earth beneath its hooves.
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