The Divine Capital was the home of the Jin Emperor on top of being the greatest city in the dynasty.

The areas outside were naturally guarded with numerous army camps. Anyone who wanted to touch the capital must pay a monstrous price.

There were nine gates and seventy-two towns protecting the capital like stars surrounding the moon. There were guards everywhere on the path to the capital. Even the water route required going through many posts.

“Gaga.” Wild geese were uniformly flying southward, each was as big as a dustpan. It was a sunny day but the air felt quite refreshing on the path through Rouge Maple. Red leaves were fluttering to the wind.

Feng Feiyun wore a white daoist robe with a carefree temperament just like a scholar. He stepped on the leaves and stared at the red scene before him: “Winter comes at the end of autumn.”

“The winter at the capital is always bleak. When snow falls, many beggars will die on the street. People will collect...