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Li Daoxuan and the others left from the earthen fortress of the Hong family, shook off their pursuers, and about half an hour later, arrived at an abandoned village at the foot of Canglong Mountain.
Mud walls lay in ruins, with weeds growing thickly amongst them.
A few crows flapped their wings, circling above a withered tree at the entrance of the village, emitting strident caws.
Whoosh!
A cold wind blew past, and Li Daoxuan stopped in his tracks.
He looked up at the crows perched in the tree at the entrance of the village, then lifted his gaze to the bright moon hanging in the sky.
The moon was about to set, and the sun had not yet risen.
The darkest and coldest time of the day was drawing near.
"Cough, cough!" Li Daoxuan coughed twice, and gradually, blood began to seep from his mouth and nose, his vision blurring.
