chapter 133 Qian Chiyun

The western border of the empire, Dahuang City.

Dusk is approaching and night is coming. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, this majestic city in the West Wasteland appears even more majestic, shining with a trace of golden light, like an eternal behemoth lurking in the shadows.

At this time, the time for ordinary people to enter the city has passed, and the city gates that are four to five feet high are tightly closed, always guarding against sudden attacks from the...