"Aikou City won't be taken down in a short time. It's estimated that Jinshan Town will take some time to conquer. This year, during the Cold Yuan Festival, you probably won't be able to return!"
To the west of Aikou City, above the main tent of the Great Xia's Right Route Army, Xia Hong withdrew his gaze from Aikou City to the east, turned around, and softly spoke to Yuwen Dao and the others.
It was half an hour until dawn. Today was December 30th. Once the day broke, the twelfth year of Da Xia would officially turn the page, ushering in the thirteenth year.
