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At that time, the Barbarian envoy who had just been questioned was imprisoned in the innermost layer of the Celestial Prison.

The Barbarian envoy, who was pushed into the dark cell, turned his head once and looked at Shen Yi on his horse's back, his gaze causing Shen Yi's heart to tighten.

The Barbarian envoy gave him a strange laugh and hummed in the tune of a folk song: "The cleanest spirit on the prairie, even the wind wanted to kiss her skirt..."

They lived in the grassland for a long time, each of them possessed a clear and strong voice. The man's voice was slightly low, echoing in the snow and wind, there was a kind of a wolf's moving and tragic sorrow at the end of the road that lingered, the singing continued to resonate even as the man was gone.

Shen Yi frowned and listened for a moment. He could sense the changes coming with the years.

Ziliujin burned quietly in several Heavy Armor gold boxes patrolling near the dungeon. From the outside, a little purple halo could be seen. Steam floated in the ice and snow. In the twinkling of an eye, it dispersed. Grassland, horses, primitive swords, spears, and arrows all faded together, solidifying in the dark of the iron puppet in Heavy Armor.

Shen Yi suddenly had a feeling, it was as if an era had come to an end before his eyes.

However, he was only emotional for a short time and soon came back to his senses — if Gu Yun's speculation was correct, then there might have been separation within the Eighteen Tribes, such opportunity for battle must not be missed, and the North was likely to be engaged in a war immediately.

Just as Shen Yi circled outside the prison and was about to leave, suddenly a white shadow flashed by from afar, making one feel somewhat dizzy. If it weren’t for Shen Yi's keen intuition that he had honed over the years on the battlefield, he would hardly have noticed it.

Shen Yi made a gesture towards the several unaware guards nearby and took the lead in carrying his Wind Slasher into the prison. The more he walked, the more frightened he was. There was not even a footprint on the ground. The empty prison was quiet, while the two jail guards at the gates — one sitting, one standing — remained motionless. On closer examination, they had fainted silently.

Suddenly, there was a breeze behind Shen Yi's head. Instinctively, he reached out and pulled out the Wind Slasher from behind him and swung it back — but it was empty.