South of the Great Zhou, it was early summer.
Amidst the mountains, a faint cool fragrance lingered, intermittently accompanied by the strange roars of wild beasts...
In the canyon, yellow sand rose, sweeping the lush green grass like long blades.
The peculiar gray mountain wind blew cold and hot by turns, giving an extremely uncomfortable feeling. If hunters or woodcutters had come here decades ago, they might have fallen ill from just a few gusts of this strange wind.
Inside the Golden Dragon Palace Carriage, the Emperor was observing the distant scene.
In the shadows, a pair of deep, narrow eyes appeared, not seeming like those of a monarch, yet they gave an impression of ruthless indifference.
The four carriage bearers were all tall, with strange protrusions on their backs. If Tang Nian were here, she would immediately recognize them all as Puppets, at a level she had not yet reached.
Besides, there were people standing on both sides of the carriage.
