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After making another visit to the infirmary, Song You emerged just as the sky was beginning to lighten.
He paused at the doorway for a moment, then turned his head and saw the towering walls of Yuanzhi City, rising like cliffs. A sudden thought struck him. Turning back briefly to borrow a small bowl, he set off, making his way up to the city walls.
Standing at the battlements, scarred by countless nicks from swords and knives, he looked out over the distance. Before him stretched a vast expanse of mountains and grasslands, heavy with morning dew. The sun was just beginning to rise in the east, casting its first rays of light over the horizon.
“...”
Song You took a deep breath.
From the crisp morning air, he could sense the vitality and spiritual energy of the grasslands, tinged faintly with the aura of battle—somber and blood-soaked.
Holding the small bowl in one hand, Song You raised the other, forming a sword finger. Pointing toward the grasslands in the distance, he made a slight beckoning gesture. Instantly, a drop of morning dew rose from the grasslands and floated into the bowl.
Descending from the walls, he returned to his room and spread out a sheet of white paper. Fetching an ink stick, he asked Lady Calico to help grind the ink. Using the morning dew from the grasslands as the medium, he mixed it with the ink. The characters written with this ink...
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