Yujing is grand and majestic, its rough city walls pitted with the mottled imprints of history.
"Do you want to go in and die?" the golden silk parasol gave a clear warning.
"Of course I don't want to go in!" Qin Ming had already let go, but was still brought here by Old Bu, fearing he might appear inside the city the next moment.
His heart was not calm, unexpectedly teleported to the legendary place.
Sure enough, Old Bu once again carried him, slowly rising into the sky.
During this process, Qin Ming deeply felt his insignificance, along with the towering and majestic presence of Yujing.
It seemed to have stood there since the opening of heavens and earth, swallowing all phenomena. Standing close, the city walls on both sides stretched God knows how far, beyond sight, and looking up, the bleak skyline blurred the fortress's silhouette with the horizon.
