The final deadline was fleeting as a white horse leaping past a crevice, even more so for those upon the path of cultivation. For a diligent cultivator, a mere blink of an eye could pass, and upon waking, more than a month had already slipped away.
The great war arrived precisely on schedule, and it had now been raging for over a month.
To his credit, Yu Qunqing was quite true to his word this time; he had said the fighting would start, and so it truly had.
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