In Wokuotai Khan's eyes, a fleeting expression of greed and ferocity crossed, as if he already saw himself grasping the Suradin, ruling the world.
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Meanwhile, a thousand miles away, across the sea of sand, Xu Qing had already found his target. Staring into the endless yellow sandstorm, his heart was long prepared, knowing that the ensuing fierce battle was inevitable.
The heat waves struck again, yet could not sway Xu Qing's determination.
He took a deep breath, turning to look into the distance.
In his heart, there was an inexplicable surge of passion.
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The bazaar of Kashgar was bathed in a honey-like dusk, copper lanterns tinting the streets into moving amber.
The Kucha dancing girls walked barefoot over the scorching stone slabs; the bronze bells at their waists clinked in a rhythm of three short and two long, aligning with a mysterious cadence.
