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... The night was like thick ink, pouring heavily down, wrapping the ruins of Changsheng Castle tightly in silence.
The moonlight like mercury flowed freely, outlining a scene of desolation and loneliness on the charred beams and scattered bricks. Those ruins, like silent sentinels, stood quietly, telling tales of past prosperity and present desolation.
After bidding farewell to Lin Wanqing, Shi Feiyang, with a posture as upright as a pine, strode out of the tent with firm and powerf ...
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