The Fei Lengcui originally didn't have a route, but as the Wronged Thicker-Head tread often, a path was formed. ——Liu Zhenhan said.
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The north wind blew with intense howls, sharply decreasing the temperature overnight.
The sky remained as blue as a wash, and the bamboo forest in front of the Red Earth Highland was still lush green.
But the chill was sinister.
The herders of the Vassal Clans, brandishing their loud whips, were driving the beasts back. The first snows of winter were nearly upon them, giving them the last opportunity to fatten up the herds.
A few unexpected incidents happened during this period, two of the Sea Ditch Rainbow Tribe hedgehog herders took dozens of fat antelopes out to pasture and never returned.
