At the hour of si, dawn broke through the overcast clouds, illuminating the walls of the Great Chu Imperial City.
Yuan Jimo, clad in armor, sat atop a magnificent horse, wrapped tightly from head to toe.
Hundreds of spies, crossbowmen, and Forbidden Guards waited tensely on both sides of the city gate.
Jiang Qihu looked uneasy.
He didn't quite understand the purpose behind the arrangements the master had made in the Qingzhou Order, but... the dossier on the change in Qingyang City had been finalized.
According to the master.
Everything was supposed to end.
Is everything really going to end?
Jiang Qihu felt a foreboding in his heart at this moment.
"Here it comes."
A low voice echoed on the wall.
In the distance, a carriage was seen coming down the mountain path outside the Imperial City amid a swirl of dust.
Jiang Qihu immediately set off, going alone to greet it.
The carriage moved against the strong wind, neither fast nor slow.
