Deep inside the Garrison Commander Manor in Canglang City.
The thick stone doors of the quiet chamber remained tightly shut, blocking out the howling wind and snow and the military bugles of the outer camp. Only the bean-sized flames of a few butter lamps in the wall recesses cast a flickering, dim yellow glow upon the stagnant air.
The light outlined Qin Lie’s figure sitting cross-legged, resembling a statue of dark iron that had stood in silence through thousands of years of wind and frost.
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