Bitter winds swept up fine, fragmented snowflakes, lashing against the towering battlements of Canglang City with a wailing, piercing hiss.
The dark-black banners of the Marquis of Wuwei and the Northern Frontier Defense Commander stood side by side, snapping wildly in the lead-gray sky. The cloth banners, pulled taut by the gale, radiated an iron-forged aura of stern killing intent.
Draped in a dark cloak, Qin Lie stood at the highest point of the city tower. His gaze, like a circling falcon, pierced through the wind and snow, casting itself over the vast and perilous northern frontier.
Chapter 236