4 years before the new era.
Less than five years before the "Great Tomb of Nazarick" descends.
Tang Zheng sat by the roadside, gnawing on a piece of black rye hard bread, his ey...
A little stuck
I can write it, but I don't think it's very good. I was not just talking about organizing my thoughts some time ago. I have indeed organized them, but I need to think about the entry point.
Well, this is also a leave request.
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(End of this chapter)