The iron hooves shattered the silence of the wasteland, kicking up a plume of dust that dragged a long trail across the boundless sky.
The wind of the Northern Frontier was far harsher and more biting than that of the Imperial Capital, carrying abrasive grit that whipped across the face with an arrogant force.
Qin Lie and his group of five riders galloped in silence along the slightly dilapidated official road. The Imperial Capital far behind them had long since vanished below the rolling horizon, swallowed up by the boundless wilderness along with the blood and clamor of the previous night.
Chapter 85