Because of Wang Jun's reckless remarks, everyone had fallen somewhat silent for the latter half of the journey.
Fortunately, the silent atmosphere didn't last long, because the walls of the Prefecture capital were now visible in the distance.
De'an and Huang Chen couldn't sit still. The two of them were the first to clamber out of the carriage, standing on the shafts to gaze into the distance.
The walls of Xinghuai Prefecture were high and thick. Even from afar, their towering grandeur was apparent, filling one with a sense of awe.
This ancient city was a strategic point coveted by military powers. Throughout history, if there hadn't been a thousand wars fought here, there had at least been hundreds.
It seemed one could almost smell the stench of blood on the walls even from this distance.
