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Night falls.
On the hill outside Cyan Yang City.
Dark clouds circle the sky, with a bright moon hanging in the middle.
Standing on the hill, the entire view of Cyan Yang City unfolds below.
The vast heavens and expansive earth evoke an aura of dominating the skies and swallowing the earth, an ambition to engulf the whole city with one hand.
Three black horses stand at a distance, two behind one, with riders calmly overlooking the entire Cyan Yang City.
The grass on the hill sways slightly in the night wind, the sound of the wind softly brushing past, emitting a strange wailing sound through the mountains.
The leader on horseback, clad in black armor, wears a dark iron mask, with white hair billowing in the wind. Though he holds no weapon, he exudes an intense aura of murderous intent.
The two riders at the back, both in black robes, are slim and delicate, with red lips and white teeth, clearly adorned with rouge and powder.
