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Fifteen years ago, the year 1307 of the New Yu Era.
At the hour of Zishi, under the veil of night, the official road in Longxiang County appeared desolate.
If it was not for the bonfire on the side of the road providing some light, in this pitch-black night where one couldn't see their own hand in front of their face, anyone who saw it would feel a chill in their heart.
Around the bonfire gathered roughly forty or fifty people from the Fuwei Escort Agency. Traveling through the martial world and resting in the woods at night, anyone would have to be on guard, let alone martial artists.
Thus, even though it was deep into the night, not many were truly asleep. Most were in a state of half-sleep, and Wang Gong, despite appearing to have his eyes half-closed, was on high alert the whole time.
