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"The Northern Barbarians... they've crossed the Black River," the rider gasped, collapsing before the fortress steps. "The capital... they sent no reinforcements. They want us to die here, Lin Feng. They want the snow to bury the shame of their betrayal."

With a single strike, he carved a line into the frozen earth—a boundary no man would cross and live. As the horizon darkened with the silhouette of ten thousand enemy banners, the "useless" son of Beiliang stepped into the blizzard, his sword glowing with a cold, pale light that promised a winter the world would never forget. Download File TuyetTrungHanDaoHanh_10.avi

Lin Feng sat atop a weathered stone lion at the entrance of the empty fortress, his fingers tracing the frost-covered hilt of the Winter’s Sigh . He wasn’t a prince, and he wasn’t a saint. He was the son of a disgraced general, left behind to watch a border that the capital had long since forgotten. "The Northern Barbarians

Lin Feng stood, the heavy silk of his white robe snapping in the wind. He didn't look back at the warm hearth inside or the maps of a kingdom that had abandoned him. He drew his blade. The steel hummed, a low, vibrating note that seemed to command the very storm to pause. they sent no reinforcements