A moment later, the carriage wheels rolled over the bluestone road, emitting a rhythmic rumbling sound, heading towards the Imperial City.
It was still early, the sky hadn't brightened, there were no pedestrians on the road, the long street was silent, only the sound of hooves and car wheels echoed.
Occasionally, a night patrol with torches passed by, their armor clinking.
Seeing the carriage approaching, they all stepped aside, respectfully watching it depart.
They all recognized this carriage belonged to the palace, carrying prominent figures of the Royal Capital.
Inside the carriage, Jiang Ning closed his eyes and regulated his breath, the Yin Yang Dao Embryo in the Spirit Platform circulated more intensely, and the feeling of the Primordial Spirit breaking through the embryo felt as though a drawn arrow was on the string.
