The scenery on the Ancient Road remained as before, with bustling fallen leaves undulating and endless dust scattering wantonly, as if in the past ten thousand years, no change had occurred here.
Wen Yuqing's figure was also like this. She knelt quietly, having yet to make any movement.
This had already drawn the attention of those "dignitaries" deep within the Ancient City; of course, a few of the younger dignitaries had also visited.
Watching Wen Yuqing from afar and recalling some ancient rumors, their expressions shifted.
But as time wore on and Wen Yuqing remained motionless, doubt inevitably arose. There was something fishy going on.
A young dignitary squinted, stating with conviction, "She's just a shadow, scattered by the wind, I'm sure of it. If you don't believe me, go up and try."
The multitude of Golden Soldiers exchanged glances, none daring to step forward.
