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The sandstorms raged, and yellow dust filled the sky.
Unlike other provinces that had already been engulfed in the flames of war, where the people were displaced and the ancient sects and noble families shut their doors to the world.
Qinlong Province, however, seemed like a pure land, still maintaining its own state.
The three forces poised in a standoff also tacitly ignored this province, not sending a single soldier to this arid land.
"Compared to our Liaodong, Qinlong is far too dry, like a rag wrung out and left to dry under the sun. Look, my face is about to peel from sunburn."
Deep in the heart of Qinlong Province towards the northwest, on an endless expanse of sandy desert, stood a series of courtyards, suddenly appearing with a strong Liaodong architectural style, looking quite out of place amid the loess highlands.
This region, a no man's land for centuries, was now bustling with the voices of tens of thousands of people.
