The azure sky was like a deep blue lake floating above.
Clusters of white clouds drifted in mid-air like cotton, seemingly within reach.
Beneath the sky stretched endless, undulating mountain ranges; the mountaintops retained snow all year round, as if they were adorned with a silver edge.
The gray-blue mountainsides wound and twisted like a finely crafted ink painting, majestic and richly colored.
Nearby lay a gravelly desert, scattered with large and small rocks of various colors and shapes, some standing, some leaning.
Amidst the vast desert, a narrow path, just about a yard wide, wound its way from afar up to this point.
After a month of grueling journey, rushing along.
Prince Jin finally reached the Capital of Western Xia at the end of February or early March.
It was not like the flourishing splendor of the Great Chu Dynasty.
In the Capital of Western Xia, aside from its relatively flat terrain and dense housing.
