The 37th year of Tianlu, July.
The capital in July was already blazing like the scorching sun.
At noon, with the relentless sun hanging high, there were but a few pedestrians on the sunlit road.
Occasionally, a trade caravan passing by, with their banners drooping listlessly, no hint of breeze to stir them, like freshly sown seeds of the Husky, struggling to stand upright.
"Senior Brother, now that we're entering the capital, will we be able to get into the Headquarters of Demon Control Department?"
On the donkey cart, the young man swung his whip, driving the lethargic short-haired white donkey forward.
The young girl slumped her head and leaned over, bringing with her wafts of powder fragrance.
"We should be able to, we have the letter of introduction from the City Official Lord. As long as we pass the assessment, we'll be admitted," Song Siping pondered aloud.
"What if we fail the assessment?" Qu Xiuxiu touched her little head, looking worried.
