Noon.
Since the great flood, the sky over Youzhou had remained a dull, oppressive grey, as if even the sun had abandoned this desolate land.
At the South Gate reviewing stand, Guo Tu sat upright in a Grand Preceptor’s chair, his armor polished to a pristine shine. His hands gripped the armrests, his posture radiating an unearned air of authority.
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