Inside the study, a faint, scorched smell lingered in the air from the burning parchment.
Qin Lie pushed open the heavy, intricately carved wooden window. A gust of biting wind, mixed with snowflakes, rushed in fiercely, rattling the papers on the desk and instantly cooling his head, which had been heated by the news of the Secret Realm.
Outside the window lay Canglang City, shrouded in a grayish-white twilight.
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