The majestic outline of the Cangyun Mountains gradually faded behind them, replaced by the wind unique to the Northern Frontier, laden with the scent of coarse dust.
The official road leading to Canglang City stretched out under the autumn sun. On both sides lay boundless, withered yellow grasslands, occasionally punctuated by the stubborn branches of cold-hardened shrubs. Qin Lie’s procession was much larger and far heavier than when they had first set out.
The wooden cart wheels ground against the hard road surface with a monotonous creak. Inside the carriage, Qin Lie leaned against the soft cushions. His complexion still bore the pallor of excessive blood loss, but his eyes had regained their accustomed sharpness and calm.
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