The Trials of Leon Chen in the Mystic Valley Chapter 243

Autumn frost is everywhere, and the weeds are withered and yellow.

It rained lightly the night before, and the marks left by the horses' hooves stretched all the way to the end of the sky.

The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the entire sky red. The wind and sand outside the pass rolled past the ground, making a sharp sound like a ghost whistling as it passed through the broken city wall standing alone in the wilderness.

There once was a city here.

It has been in ruins for many years. There are no flags at the top of the city, and only a few flagpoles are still standing.