As the sunset tilted westward, the Capital City was enveloped in the last dazzling glow of twilight, like a gigantic beast being soothed, slowly closing its giant eyes.
Shangguan Ling led the Jinyi Guard, waiting here since before noon.
Yet, half a day had passed, and not a single person was seen.
Accompanying him in wait was the Minister of Rites, escorted by the Imperial Guard.
The Minister of Rites, unlike those practiced in martial arts, unfortunately succumbed to heatstroke after being exposed to the scorching sun for over half an hour.
The leader of the Imperial Guard, Han Ci, ordered someone to assist him into a carriage.
Unexpectedly, the inside of the carriage was like a steamer, unable to relieve the heat.
With no other option, Han Ci could only let him go to the nearest inn in the city for a short rest.
The two generals sat astride tall, spirited horses.
