The wheels of time rolled relentlessly forward, passing in a flash like a white horse galloping past a crevice, and in the blink of an eye, September arrived.
September in the Capital carried a faint hint of autumn in the air. The trees on both sides of the streets were beginning to turn golden, adding a unique splash of color to this ancient and bustling city.
Moyuan stood before the city gates of the Capital, gazing at the bustling, traffic-filled scene before him, his expression filled with irrepressible excitement.
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