"The purpose of our journey is not just for Miss Yun Xian, but to retrieve an item our Clan Chief desires. Eldest Miss, you had not been out for a time, it's might be good to come out for a spot of fresh air." The old man said with a laugh.
The girl in blue smiled and did not say anything more.
As they rolled along the bustling streets, the people's eyes were attracted to the convoy and crowded the sides of the streets craning their necks to get a better look. On the second level of a restaurant along the street, Jun Wu Xie sat by the window and looked down at the convoy of carriages that just entered the Imperial City.
"Qing Yun Clan." Jun Wu Xie narrowed her eyes. There were a total of ten carriages, and excluding the coachmen driving the horses, there were at least two passengers per carriage.
