Outside the walls of the Holy Capital lies Dragon Head Plain, upon which stands a small temple. Zhou Wenyong was standing inside a small pavilion at the temple gate, with wine set out before him and a wine cup in his hand, gazing far off at the Holy Capital in the veil of night.
Ever since dusk fell, he had been sitting here. Even though the subordinates brought him the most potent liquor in the Holy Capital, he had not touched a single drop.
Under the moonlight, the Holy Capital looked as dark as a slumbering beast. The slumbering golden dragon atop the Golden Dragon Terrace, the highest point in the city, seemed ready at any moment to devour someone.
Chapter 70