A month later, after threading their path through the mountain pass, meadows, villages and what not, Ling Zhao and his small party had arrived at the Capital City of the Swan Kingdom, the City of Heavenly Feathers.
Unsurprisingly, there was a long queue line at the main gate, all sorts of people lined up even a few kilometers long, from mere commoners, merchants to high ranking nobles riding in their luxurious carriages.
However, all of them wait patiently to be checked by the customs guards who are responsible for the safety and also taxing everyone before they enter the city.
"Hmm, a peaceful Kingdom, I see. What a rare sight to behold." Ling Zhao remarked.
Qiqi's Fanged Horses finally lined beside him, "I strongly believe it's due to their piousity towards the religion they believed in."
"The Six Heavenly Angels?"
"Indeed…"
