The wind and snow in the sky had vanished not long after he left the Northeast Protectorate. Zhang Tie was simply too fast, and the distance he had flown too great. In six or seven hours, he had already crossed several different climate zones. The farther south he flew, the warmer it became and the gentler the north wind grew. By the time he reached Jing River Commandery in Jiang Province, though the air still held a trace of chill, it was already considered warm compared with You Province.
The Class-A city that came into Zhang Tie's view was incomparably magnificent—several times larger than You Province City.
Xuanyuan Hill had no city walls, but this Class-A city before Zhang Tie's eyes possessed striking crimson walls. Seen from the sky, the red walls, over seventy meters high, were like four arms stretched out by a giant, or four fortresses enclosing the entire city.
In terms of prosperity, aside from Xuanyuan Hill, this city could absolutely rank among the foremost in Zhang Tie's memories and impressions.
Tall buildings stood in dense ranks throughout the city, while towns and markets dotted the land beyond its walls like stars scattered across the sky. The broad Jing River flowed from west to east past the great city. Ships packed the docks along the northern bank, while on the southern bank stretched fields as far as the eye could see...
This city was Great Tang City, the fief city of the Third Prince, Xuanyuan Wuji.
The sky remained dark. Though it had not snowed in Jiang Province, the approaching winter lent the night sky an extra touch of gloom. Starlight was faint, and it was now the hour before dawn. Great Tang City, crouching along the northern bank of the Jing River, was still deep in