After leaving the capital of cloud Kingdom, Xu Ziqing didn't say a word. He just looked out of the window at the scenery along the way. It's really incomparable with the imperial city. It's a desolate place, even the wind is so dry.

once in a while, he would lift the curtain on the carriage and look at the scenery outside the window. Xu Ziqing always felt that there was something about memory. However, for a while, he couldn't remember. The memory he wanted to pop up was so stuck in his mind that he felt very sad.

it's dark underground. Murong Yan's heart is no better. What did her...