So many people took the opportunity to sneak out of the Yan Capital City before the gates closed, to escape the war.
Just like that, the atmosphere in the Yan Capital City became increasingly grim.
Even the caravans that used to bustle in front of the city gates disappeared.
All those who were small-time crooks and petty thieves hid away.
The entire street was deserted, with only the wild wind sweeping through, shaking the shop signs, making it seem all the more desolate.
The last rays of the setting sun were fading away, and it seemed that the entire sky was about to plunge into darkness.
At that moment, a carriage suddenly appeared in front of the city gates.
The carriage rumbled along, quickly passing through the gates, arriving on the deserted street.
The driver, Miao Shaocheng, wore a heavy expression, "Master, it seems that the rumors we heard on the road are true; the Yan Capital City is indeed about to stir up a big storm."
