C325 The Way of the Sword Was Righteous

To the north of the Central Plains, in the desolate desert, there was a roar.

The dust that rose in the night seemed tiny, yet it lingered in the air and did not disperse for a long time.

A woman wearing a white long robe stood on the desert barefooted. She stepped on the icy cold sand as she slowly walked forward, appearing extremely conspicuous