Chapter 537: Flame Mountain of the Western Regions
In other seasons, Xifeng Pass was bustling with merchants and caravans, but today, it seemed somewhat deserted. Only a single Daoist stood beneath the city gate, accompanied by a horse and a cat.
The Daoist presented his travel documents, expressed his gratitude to the guards, and led his horse through the pass.
The jingling of the horse bells echoed, carried away by the wind.
The Daoist couldn't help but turn back for another look.
The city walls, built of rammed earth, were as firm as solid stone. Atop the walls stood a grand and ornate city tower, with red pillars, blue-glazed tiles, and intricately carved railings and beams. This was the first grand sight of the Great Yan dynasty for travelers arriving from the Western Regions.
Upon seeing these towering fortifications and the elegant architecture above, visitors would immediately grasp the strength and refined aesthetics of the Great Yan.
Conversely, for those departing eastward, this was their final glimpse of the grand structures of their homeland—a last farewell to the symbols of Great Yan’s civilization and the beauty of its architecture, embodying the livelihood of its people—so that they would never forget their motherland.
Countless scholars had bid farewell here, lingering at this very spot. Moved by emotion, many had composed poems that would be remembered for generations.
And today, he too had stepped beyond Xifeng Pass.
Unfortunately, he did not have the literary talent to compose a fitting verse.
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