The sky was gradually darkening, and it was less than an hour away from reaching the gate of Xiong City. Many people who came from other cities quickened their pace, trying to enter the city before the last moment, so as not to be stuck outside at midnight.
However, amidst such a crowd, there was another carriage moving against the flow, heading toward the city gate, not at all slow in speed, until it halted at a distance not far from the gate.
Huangfu Qiuyang lifted the carriage curtain, and a pair of eyes looked out, scanning the somewhat dim street, and spotted a person on horseback at the city gate, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.
She was dressed in riding and archery attire, astride a red horse, exuding radiance.
