Qin Xuan and Han Jiang sat in the tent, looking at each other in silence. Both were lost in their own calculations.
*Whoosh—*
The tent flap opened slowly. An aged figure stepped inside, accompanied by the wind and snow. The biting cold swirled around the tent once before dissipating. Even in his severely injured state, Qin Xuan felt a slight discomfort.
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