Morning light pierced the clouds, yet failed to dispel the invisible, bone-chilling air lingering above the Yunmeng Marsh encampment.
A plaintive blast of a horn cut through the damp, cold atmosphere, urging the hunters to assemble.
In the vast plaza, shouts mingled with the whinny of horses; silk robes and jade girdles contrasted with gleaming iron armor. The scions of noble families were in high spirits, while servants and guards bustled about in a scene of bustling noise and excitement.
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