The sky was covered by clouds and mist, and the dappled sunlight walked between the halls, dense and faint shadows, densely intertwined and overlapped, shrouding the entire mansion in a silvery halo.

Man Jiang stood in the courtyard, wandering for a moment, and in a trance, his eyes fell silently on the street outside through the high courtyard wall. In such fine weather, the haze caused by continuous death has not diminished by half a point.

After the fall of Bongseong, he retreated with his main army to the south of the Han River, but this barrier, known as the moat, had been overcome by the coalition forces, and now they were stationed less than a mile outside the city, and he was vaguely aware that Xingyao had become an isolated island......

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