CLIP-CLOP. CLIP-CLOP. The horse hooves echoed continuously as Li Huowang's carriage, accompanied by porters with shoulder poles and unicycles, gradually approached Da Liang's most solemn and grand city: the Capital City.
Sitting brazenly on the carriage canopy, Bai Lingmiao looked up at the walls of the ancient city in the distance.
The thick black walls stood majestically in the distance like a connected range of low mountains. The patches of green moss on the walls bore witness to the city's long and tumultuous history.
"Is this the Capital City? It truly is extraordinary," Bai Lingmiao said from her perch on the canopy, curiously sizing up the city that claimed to be the largest in the Eight Desolates.
Li Huowang, who was leading the horse, stood up and lifted her down from the roof. He then unwound a ribbon from her wrist and tied it over her eyes. "Looking at things during the day like this will hurt your eyes."
