By the time Jiang Yang and Constana walked out of the Dragon Clan's Council Building, it was already afternoon.
Neither Jiang Yang nor Constana wanted to concern themselves with the problems of the Northern Territory Holy City and the Dragon Kingdom anymore. They could sort things out themselves.
Jiang Yang and Constana did not fly. They walked along the streets, taking in the sights of this era's most prosperous city.
Past steam machinery and rune magic formations, they made their way toward the city gates.
Atop True Dragon City's walls, Constana stood beneath the sun and took one more look at the city where she had spent hundreds of years. After capturing it with a Recording Stone, she left with Jiang Yang.
Starting from True Dragon City, they traveled the world, from south to north and east to west.
Mountains and rivers, high hills and low valleys, plains and forests, swamps and abysses, endless oceans.
They reached the southernmost reaches of Earth, where glaciers stretched for a hundred thousand li across vast, snowy icefields, without a trace of habitation for ten thousand li.
They traveled to the deserts of Egypt to see the sun setting over a long river and hills amid a sea of sand, where Desert Gnolls and Eagle Clan People had fought for generations.
They traveled to the Endless Forest and drank their fill of the most exquisite, sweet wine in the Elves' cities.
They visited the Secluded Plateau, took in the magnificent beauty of the Spine of the World, and wrestled with the Giant Race.
They traveled to the seabed of the Shallow Sea, where the Merfolk Clan sang and danced for them.
They came among the mountains, where Dwarves forged the world's most magnificent crowns for them and placed them upon the heads of their