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The mountains were veiled in night rain, and iron horses trod the icy river.
Zuo Chuan walked through the rain curtain, letting the rain soak him, "Lord Wei, there's a mortal nation ahead engaged in a battle, should we bypass them?"
Chen Qing poked his head out and glanced at the sky, "Waging war in this weather?"
"Let's circumvent them with the main troops, don't get involved. I'll take a look."
Chen Qing turned into fog and flew out, reaching the battlefield's edge in just a moment.
He saw the battlefield where both sides had already formed their lines, with thousands of riders crossing the rain puddles, their long spears glistening coldly.
Chen Qing used the Fog Gu to conceal his presence and stood quietly at the battlefield's edge, silently watching the changes in the battlefield.
His gaze always lingered on the dead.
Compared to these mortals, his eyes could see much more.
