"Brother Song?" Song Ping'an looked at Song Changming.
"Leave none alive." After speaking, Song Changming returned to the carriage.
Soon, the carriage set off again.
There were corpses scattered over the ground, which would soon be devoured by wild fierce beasts.
After traveling for most of the day, as the sun set.
Song Changming saw from afar a highland with a grand city towering as if connected to heaven and earth.
The golden afterglow bathed the city, making it appear as if it were built from gold.
This was the County City of Taiching Prefecture, a large city notable even in the north.
The Qinghe Jade produced here was famous, so much so that even Song Changming, down south, had heard of it.
The carriage slowly approached, and the gate guards were more agreeable than expected.
When Song Changming offered a couple of silver coins, the head guard skipped the routine check and let Song Changming in with a broad smile, almost praising his generosity.
