"Clip-clop, clip-clop," the sound of horse hooves echoed continuously as Li Huowang's carriage, accompanied by shoulder poles and unicycles, gradually approached Da Liang's most solemn and grand city, the Capital City.
Sitting boldly on top of the carriage canopy, Bai Lingmiao looked up at the walls of the ancient city in the distance.
The thick black walls stood majestically in the distance like a series of low mountains connected together. The spots of green moss on the walls bore witness to the vicissitudes of the Capital City's years.
"Is this the Capital City? It truly is extraordinary," said Bai Lingmiao, sitting on top of the carriage canopy, curiously sizing up the city that claimed to be the largest in the Eight Desolates.
The horse handler, Li Huowang, stood up, reached out to hold her, and brought her down, then proceeded to unwind a ribbon from her wrist and bandaged it around her eyes. "It's harmful to your eyes to look during the day like this."
