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... ing into the distance.
Blizzards covered the ground, it was already midwinter, and even the most cold-resistant warriors could hardly march in the field to fight. Jianzhou Jurchen and Zhou Jun both packed up their fire, put down their flags and drums, and waited for the coldest and worst season of the year past.
"Master, Master Yang is here." It was Baoxiang's voice again.
"Wen Ruo is here, please come in."
Yang Sichang was also very busy this year. On the one ...
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