The morning dew freshened the air considerably.
Due to the light rain that had fallen the night before, traces of water still lingered on the ground, making it somewhat muddy.
A carriage was slowly approaching, rolling over puddles and splashing a fair amount of mud, washing away much of the mottled bloodstains on the wheel axle.
"Lord, Lin'an City is just ahead!" the coachman, driving the carriage and looking towards the city ahead, called out loudly to the person behind the curtain.
With that, the curtain was lifted, and a man dressed as a scholar stuck his head out to look at the distant city. Then, he sat back down.
We're finally arriving, huh!
Inside the carriage, Fu Moseng's expression was complex. He felt somewhat anxious about this place where he was about to take office, but at the same time, there was a sense of reassurance.
Great Qin was anything but peaceful. Apart from Demon Evils causing havoc, there were also numerous bandits blocking roads.
