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Northern Frontier, Jade Pot Mountain.
The king who united the nine great tribes of the Northern Frontier was dressed in thick fur clothes, with armor beneath. On his left side was a short knife in a brown scabbard, and on his right, he carried a long sword. The cloak on his back continually fluttered backward in the snow wind, and he stood straight.
Behind him were his son and the Great General.
This Great General, once a slave, still had scars on his face. He looked down at the snow and wind whistling past his feet with a face full of wonder.
They had already walked to the highest part of Jade Pot Mountain. This was the realm of the Heavenly God. In the past, no one had ever been able to walk so high along the mountain path of Jade Pot Mountain, not even him. Lifting his head, he saw the azure sky.
Holy and clear, it made him want to cry, to prostrate on the ground and kiss the earth beneath his feet.
