"So this is Tang Capital." Fang Lin stood outside the capital, looking up at this historically magnificent city, and couldn't help but exclaim.
Fang Lin had never been to Tang Capital, and even within Tang Country, he had only visited once.
Thinking about it, he had never set foot in any of the Upper Three Countries, completely unfamiliar with the unique charms of these three distinct nations.
Compared to the strictness of Qin Capital, and the rough and bold character of Yuan Capital, Tang Capital had a bit more charm, and somewhat less depth. Even without entering the city, he could feel the prosperity inside.
"Country bumpkin." Some martial artists entering the city passed by Fang Lin and, hearing his exclamation and seeing him looking up, couldn't help but scoff.
Fang Lin didn't mind; it was indeed his first time entering the city as a rustic, and a few scoffs didn't hurt anyone.
At that moment, Fang Lin also walked towards the city gate.
