196 BC.
Late autumn. Gaixia.
The weather is cold, dusk is sinking in the fields, and the sky is dim. A man was vaguely seen, wearing sharp armor and holding a long sword. He looked like a god standing in the sky. The autumn wind hunts and sweeps, making the tip of the sword buzz. This autumn, this wind, this night are just like they were eight years ago.
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