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Xiao Tianyuan's army was stationed in the valley. Even though he hadn't figured out the enemy's strength, he didn't dare to rashly attack.
The mountain wind blew. The weather of the end of September was as cold as a knife when it blew against a person's body.
Nan Yulan stood quietly in the valley, the cold wind blowing past her hair, her red clothes fluttering in the wind