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On the edge of the sky, there was a faint red line that wasn't the afterglow of the setting sun but flames.
Ye Wanlan remembered how He Jia had described it in a letter to her—
They descended from the sky with the flames, bringing blood and corpses.
But who were they?
Ye Wanlan's fingers clenched tighter and tighter; she looked up, gazing westward.
Without tracing back through history, she already knew that the invaders of Shenzhou wouldn't be from the Western Regions or the Northern Lands.
The Western Regions had been cowed by the King of Yan long ago, and the empress of the Northern Lands had signed an agreement with her, vowing never to wage war against Shenzhou during her lifetime.
Besides, even if the Western Regions and the Northern Lands were to unite, they wouldn't have the capability to breach Shenzhou.
He Jia mounted his horse, pulling the reins with one hand and holding a long spear in the other, a heavy sword also strapped to his back.
