Outside Xianyang City, on the banks of the Wei River.
The autumn wind was bleak, rolling up yellow sand all over the sky, but it couldn't cover up the disgusting smell of blood in the air.
"Cut!"
A loud shout sounded like thunder.
Lin Ran opened his eyes suddenly, and his brain was in severe pain as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer. What you can see is a desolate and solemn yellow land, surrounded by flags. The black flags are embroidered with the ferocious seal script "Qin", which is billowing in the wind like a black dragon.
