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... ith a red nose was leaning on one hand,
and holding a wine-stained gourd in the other, his head tilted at a forty-five-degree angle
as he sat cross-legged, his breath smelled of alcohol, impervious to the wind and snow.
"General Chen, why stand there, when the journey of eight thousand miles of frost is still far ahead? Come, have a drink!"
The Dragon Breeding Clan’s Old Man Dong called out to him.
Behind him stood a silver-haired girl, her back turned, he ...
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