Outside the city of Kharakhorin, in the crimson evening sky, a large Mars appeared in the distance, falling towards the horizon. Blake followed Che Luofeng to the stone tower on the high ground behind the palace. Outside the stone tower there was a half-dead tree. It was said that it was planted here by Wei Qing himself when he conquered Longcheng five hundred years ago.
"Did you receive my letter?" Blake said.
Che Luofeng just stood there silently, while Blake leaned against a tree trunk, staring at the distant horizon.
"Who is that Han man?" Che Luofeng suddenly asked.
"Compared to his origins, you should be more concerned about Zhou Zhen's whereabouts." Blake's handsome face was shrouded in the last light of sunset. Soon, the sky was filled with stars, and the starlight illuminated the two people on the high ground of Longcheng Palace.
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