At the end of the official road, the view suddenly opened up. The boundless Yunmeng Marsh resembled a giant piece of jade embedded between the autumn mountains with their layers of dyed foliage.
Along the lake shore, a continuous stretch of the imperial encampment displayed fluttering banners—deep black for the imperial guards, crimson for the aristocratic bodyguards, indigo for the sect disciples—interweaving various colors into a jungle of power in the biting late-autumn wind.
Hoofbeats thundered, and wheels rolled.
Chapter 37