Royal Capital.
Shangjing City.
Morning light faintly appeared, a line of golden rays rising from the distant horizon.
Jiang Ning stopped in his tracks, the sole of his boot kicking up the last wisp of dust on the official road.
As he stopped, eyes from around the road instantly converged onto him.
Anyone with some insight knew that the suddenly appearing Jiang Ning was a formidable martial artist.
However, unlike other places, those mercantile travelers merely glanced at Jiang Ning twice and were unmoved, neither fearful nor retreating.
At this moment, Jiang Ning was not concerned with other matters.
He looked ahead, his view suddenly filled with the towering black shadow.
The Royal Capital City Wall lay on the earth like a black dragon, wall bricks forged with black iron reflecting cold light under the morning sun.
Between the arrow slits, armored Forbidden Army soldiers could be seen patrolling faintly.
The towering high walls seemed to sever the world in half.
