Chapter 283

The north wind carried flying snowflakes, whipping like a razor across the Heishui Plain, thirty li north of Canglang City. Once a land of lush water and rich grass, a major battle over a decade ago, followed by years of nomadic incursions from the northern tribes, had reduced the villages to ruin and left the fertile fields barren. It had transformed into a silent, desolate wilderness where only withered, yellow reeds wailed in the bitter wind. Yet at this moment, this forgotten land thundered with a near-fanatical vitality.