As he got closer to the Royal Capital, memories started flowing back to him. Eight hundred years had gone by, the historical buildings were well preserved and remained standing where they had always been.
The Royal Capital, I am back!
Zhang Ruochen stood on the side of the boat, watching as the familiar scenery went by.
At the peak of Kong Le Mountain, there was a 74-story tower built by an ancient saint. The young Zhang Ruochen and Chi Yao used to climb up to the top of the tower, overlooking the prosperous Royal Capital.
There were two majestic bronze lion statues guarding at the gate, representing the sigil of the Sacred Central Empire. To his surprise, these were not destroyed during the war.
The walls guarding the city were excessively tall and the gate was magnificent, similar to the entrance of the Heavenly Palace.
The moment he arrived at the dock, Zhang Ruochen was overwhelmed with emotion as he recalled his past memories.