The black-clad man stepped onto the stair, paused for a moment at the sound of the words, then resumed his stride onto the carriage.
Tianmiao lowered her eyelids, a mocking smile deep in her eyes.
After the black-clad man also sat down, the side door of the carriage closed, the horses began to gallop, and the road behind gradually disappeared as the carriage moved.
The two remained silent in the carriage, sitting in quiet contemplation. About ten minutes later, golden light began to seep through the carriage, gradually increasing, like sunlight streaming through a window.
The carriage gradually slowed down and came to a stop.
The black-clad man was the first to step out of the carriage, doing so with such skill it seemed that being blindfolded had no effect on him.
By the time Tianmiao alighted, they had landed atop a towering city, the former great hall now reduced to a mere glimmer from below.
