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Lin Feng sat atop a weathered stone lion at the entrance of the empty fortress, his fingers tracing the frost-covered hilt of the Winter’s Sigh . He wasn’t a prince, and he wasn’t a saint. He was the son of a disgraced general, left behind to watch a border that the capital had long since forgotten. Download File TuyetTrungHanDaoHanh_10.avi
"The Northern Barbarians... they've crossed the Black River," the rider gasped, collapsing before the fortress steps. "The capital... they sent no reinforcements. They want us to die here, Lin Feng. They want the snow to bury the shame of their betrayal." If you'd like to focus more on or individual duels
Any or political enemies from the capital he must face. He was the son of a disgraced general,
A lone rider emerged from the white haze. The horse’s breath came in ragged plumes, and the rider’s armor was shattered, held together only by frozen mud and sheer will.