The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
The wind was howling, snowflakes were crackling on people's faces, and snowflakes fell into the campfire, making bursts of hissing sounds.
Wang Muzhi didn't move, his muscles were stiff, and he glanced nervously at the sword hanging around his neck. The sword's sharp edge, as clear as autumn water, cast a sword shadow on his face that was shimmering with moonlight.
Nathan Wei's expression turned cold. This woman couldn't tell the difference between the big and small kings.
Just as he was about to say something, a burly man came over with a smile on his face and a submissive look on his face.
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