Wangxian Pavilion.
At this moment, the sun was setting in the west, and a window at the highest point of the pavilion was open. From here, one could take in the full view of Baoqing Prefecture's West City, both inside and out.
In front of the window, the evening breeze began to rise, green clothes fluttering, while a pair of eyes watched the peaceful scene of this Xiong City under the sunset.
As twilight spread over the arrow tower's flying eaves, the last ray of slanting sun dyed the battlements honey-colored. The shadow of the city tower slowly moved over the green stone walls, like ink stains spreading on rice paper. The corner tower's wind chimes jingled lightly, and the evening glow on the copper bells trembled along with them, leaving one to wonder whether it was the wind or the clouds that moved in that moment.
