Capítulo 593: The Wind in Lanke Temple

There was no wind in Chang'an today.

On the towering wall, a flag fluttered listlessly. Suddenly, the flag perked up and danced, telling the people of the country that something was about to happen.

In the hawk's nest between the bluestone and the city walls, an eagle was feeding its young. It suddenly felt a terrifying aura and fluffed up, looking at the skies in fear. However, it did not see anything other than the autumn clouds.

In the verdant valley south of the Tang Empire, a lone horse carriage traveled on the state highway. Suddenly, dozens of circular pieces of gravel on the path started rolling around, startling the horse.

Passing through the canyon and across the bridge at Qinghe County, a gale started at the wide and boundless Great Lake. The white autumn reeds in the water fell, as if surrendering to certain forces.