It was a city wall that had weathered nearly a thousand years. When Zeng Anmin's gaze fell upon it, a light gleamed in his eyes. Through this majestic, towering city before him, he seemed to witness the relentless touch and passage of time. Countless massive gray bricks had been meticulously stacked together, forged through immeasurable manpower, resources, and human sacrifice. It stood tall, having battled time for a millennium, remaining proudly defiant of all things as the years slipped by.
Nearly two months had passed, carrying them from early spring into the pleasant, sunlit days. A caravan of carriages, winding like a long dragon, finally arrived at their destination. Zeng Anmin pulled the reins, bringing his horse to a halt beneath the city wall.
