The walls were tall and with a faint golden color. The imperial family chose their building material carefully. Not only did it have to be sturdy, but it also had to be auspicious and oppressive.
The buildings were majestic, and all of them had glazed tiles. Under the setting sun, they flickered with a layer of divine brilliance.
Shi Hao walked over with large steps. He entered from the city gate and reached the imperial family's restricted land. Ordinary people couldn't even take half a step inside.
He could vaguely feel some pressure. The imperial palace was vast, and there were palace halls everywhere. They were dazzling and resplendent, and there was a type of solemnity and imperial might to them.
The more powerful one was, the more obvious they would feel. They felt reverence toward the place.
