The city of Qingyang bustled with life, its ancient streets lined with vibrant market stalls, merchants hawking their wares, and travellers from distant lands weaving through the throng. Wei Ning Zhi stood at the heart of the bustling capital, her eyes wide with a mixture of amazement and apprehension.
The capital was a stark contrast to her quiet mountain life, with its grand architecture and the hum of excitement in the air.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden hue over the city, Wei Ning Zhi's steps led her to a cosy tavern nestled in a narrow alleyway. The Tavern's wooden sign creaked softly in the evening breeze, and the aroma of hearty stews and fresh-baked bread wafted out to greet her. She pushed open the tavern door, stepping into the warm, dimly lit interior.
