The sky gradually brightened, yet the city still appeared somewhat quiet.
Accompanied by the sharp sound of a whip cracking, a rather spacious carriage passed through the deserted street, heading straight for the city gate. The carriage wheels rolled over the yellow stone-paved ground, emitting a slight rumbling sound.
The person driving the horse was a man about thirty years old, sitting upright in the driver's seat.
His face was white and beardless, with a pair of triangular eyes that looked quite fierce. Even the still-sleepy guards were intimidated by a mere glance from the man with triangular eyes, immediately shivering.
Burying the little schemes in their hearts, they hastily opened the city gate. The carriage barely paused even for a moment, not slowing down, charging straight onto the gray road outside, pulled by four horses, with enough strength to disappear in no time.
