On this day, the carriage carrying Qin Li and his two companions finally re-entered Cyan Dragon City, the Imperial Capital of the Cyan Dragon Kingdom. The buildings lining the streets were just as they remembered, and the cries of vendors rose and fell in a constant rhythm. The bustling scene told Qin Li that this place had been untouched by the flames of war and was as prosperous as ever.
Leng Yao gazed out the carriage window at the scene outside and said wistfully, "We still have a residence here. I wonder how Hu is doing now?" She then turned to Qin Li with a smile. "Oh, right, Young Master, you're still a Duke in this kingdom! If you hadn't left, you'd probably have been made a Prince by now!"
Qin Li just smiled without saying a word. To him, all the glory and wealth in the world were now nothing more than passing smoke. His aspirations had long since turned toward a higher plane.
