The mountain ridge rose from the ground some ten yards high, with a spacious flat area on top.
On the flat land, a temple faced south as it stood.
Tang Xiaobai loved standing before the temple, looking down from her vantage point.
This was once the perspective of the Xiongnu people, then the Turkic people.
Now, it was her perspective.
What she saw was not just the fertile prosperity across the Yellow River banks, but also the fledgling city taking shape less than a hundred meters below the ridge.
Soon, this city would dominate the northern bank of the Yellow River, south of Yin Mountain, becoming the first line of defense against the Turks.
The site for the city was finally decided upon three locations.
The city below Fuyun Heap was central, with one each several hundred miles to the east and west.
The progress was swift; in just a month, it had taken shape.
"Before June, it should be completed," Li Mu said.
"So soon?" Tang Xiaobai was astonished.
