Golden Lion City, this name sounds quite powerful.
However, such a city is not as magnificent as Du Yu imagined.
It is said that many civilians live in the city, but at this dusk hour, the lights of ten thousand homes cannot be seen.
The dilapidated city looks like it has never been renovated since ancient times.
Here you can't see any modern high-rise buildings, everywhere are stone houses, stone walls, and crumbling ruins.
Du Yu and Yang Qingqing sat on the Dust Spirit Deer, high up in the air directly above the city.
His eyes penetrated through the vast wind and snow, looking at the broken ancient city below. With just one glance, he saw a small palace.
Though small, it was luxurious enough.
Such a building seemed out of place with this ruined ancient city.
Du Yu turned and looked behind him, "Please wait, Master Qing, I'll go fetch them."
Yang Qingqing gently nodded.
As the Mountain and Sea Bell flickered, Du Yu's figure disappeared.
