The end of the wasteland calendar is the fifteenth day of the sixth month of the year.

The cold wind in the early morning kept blowing between the mountains and forests, blowing sporadic snowflakes and continuing to dance in the sky and the earth.

Stand on the Bald Mountain above the ruins.

Su Mo slowly performed the warm-up moves in the Su family spear, sweat dripping down from his body like rain.

A trace of white steam escaped from the hair, lingering above to form a cyclone.

Not long after, he let out a long sigh when his whole body was soaked in sweat.

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