The darkness of the night was as miserable as the time of the funeral, and the whole of nature seemed to be dressed in mourning clothes.

The moon and the stars, all covered by clouds and drizzle, as if they had completely disappeared.

Outside Yangzhai City, Zhang Liao led his soldiers and horses to wait there quietly. The drizzle fell on Zhang Liao's armor, water droplets dripped down the armor, his face had already been wet with rain, and there were raindrops hanging on the tip of his straight nose, which were splashing on the seat one by one.

A cold face, deep eyes, and...

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