Dawn.
The sky was pale blue, not yet fully bright.
Lin Xin rode on horseback, slowly following the earthy yellow horse path towards the massive city wall ahead.
The city walls were like a dense mass of blocks scattered across the hills and plains, with pointed red and yellow tiled roofs everywhere, and between the houses, large square walls enclosed many flat-topped buildings.
Some of the smaller, shorter pointed roofs were faintly hung with white silk.
On the horse path where the three men rode, a funeral procession blowing horns was approaching, with poles of white flags held high, adorned with various symbols to rest the deceased.
Two black coffins were being slowly pulled by oxen, surrounded by a group of relatives crying a mess, their eyes swollen red.
"This is the third one, why are there so many dead?" Yu Chang frowned and whispered. His words were such, but his gaze kept drifting among several beautiful women in the funeral procession,
