C790 Bury Me in the Biansha!

In the deep autumn of the Siming Mountains, it's a bit colder than in the capital. Before dawn, Shen Yi was already dressed in armor, striding toward the main tent. The day before, when the general mounted his horse, he nearly fell for some unknown reason, and he's been unusually quiet these past two days. It's a bit concerning.

Inside the tent, there wasn't a soul to be found. Upon inquiry