Outside the northern city, where the desert meets the sky, the evening glow blends with the yellow sand, the dim sand particles reflecting the glow of the sunset, emitting a hazy golden light, looking like a vast sea of brocade in the distance, joining with the silhouette of Qilian Peak and the clouds on the horizon. As the sunset sinks, the glow gradually fades, leaving only the subtle inkwash outline of distant mountains and deserts, set against the deepening twilight.
When night falls, both inside and outside the Prince Mansion, it is brightly lit and bustling with activity.
Outside the official residence, there are sounds of people.
"Haha"
"Master Wang, long time no see."
"This is Master Qiu of the Mountain Moving Sect."
"I've heard a lot about you."
"I heard there's a pre-banquet in the Outer Courtyard, open for coming and going, with countless delicacies and fine wine. Why not gather together to also meet the heroes of Beiliang?"
"...."
