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The cold wind violently howled, carrying with it a sweeping sandstorm that veiled the sky.
All travelers found themselves coated in a thick layer of yellow sand, depicting the harsh ground situation in the northwest.
Although it was already March, the region retained a wintry atmosphere, with occasional heavy snowfall.
Like a cold knife, the biting wind sliced through the air, capable of piercing the protective primeval qi of martial artists.
The northwest climate was arid, offering only a landscape of yellow soil, sand, and earthen hills. In the distance, sporadic bare trees trembled in the cold wind, and jackdaws cawed, intensifying the prevailing desolation.
“Ptooi!” Mu Chen spat, his saliva freezing instantly in the chilling wind,...
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