At the top of the mountain, there was a palace built with huge stones. Depending on the rising and falling mountain peaks, it formed a complex of buildings.
This palace was completely different from the palaces on the surface world. It didn't have the simplicity of humans, the luxurious wildness of elves, and the roughness of dwarves. It looked different, as if it was hollowed out of a whole stone.
There wouldn't be such a large stone that could be hollowed out into a living space, but each stone was of an extraordinary size. When they were closely stacked together, they formed this magnificent miracle. This gray palace didn't have any gorgeous elements, but in this world of cold wind and snow, it was daunting.
On the roads that extended upwards, there were people who had climbed up for various purposes.
Pilgrims, merchants, and even nobles from the outside world … Everyone had their own purposes and ideas.
When they passed by the towering stone pillars that were used to guide the way — so that pedestrians wouldn't get lost in a big snowstorm and die in a corner and become snowmen — they could see flints emitting light and heat on the pillars.
These flints could use light to guide pedestrians in the dark, and they could also warm pedestrians who couldn't keep up.
Those prismatic stone pillars weren't formed naturally. They were nailed to the road one by one. No matter how big the snowstorm was, they wouldn't be able to move at all.
Some busybodies once dug the ground under the stone pillars, but they couldn't see how deep the stone pillars were buried even after a lot of effort.
After such busybodies were caught a few times, some news spread, and no one did such a stupid thing again.
Nailing the stone pillars to the ground to form a guide was a flying dragon soaring in the sky.
As the pedestrians went up, the closer they got to the top of the mountain, the clearer the palace became. They could also feel more and more what kind of existence the magnificent thing on the mountain came from.
The buildings of every race had their own characteristics, but perhaps none of them had such a sense of … power as the one built by the dragons.
At the gate of the palace, the pedestrians could really feel their own insignificance, as if they had seen a miracle.
The iron gate didn't have any beautiful decorations, but just looking up, they couldn't see the top of the iron gate. They could only see the dense iron lumps and red rust.
Such a gate would have no problem even if it allowed a flying dragon to crawl in, but there wouldn't be such a stupid flying dragon that would fall to the ground and crawl into the palace.
On the city walls on both sides of the iron gate, there were wyverns that were in charge of guarding and opening the gate.
After confirming that it was time to open the door, the wyvern bit the iron chain that was fused with the iron door and opened the door.
The iron door let out a heavy grinding sound that made people suffocate. Even their eardrums could feel the vibration of the iron door when it was opened until it was completely open.
After the iron gate was opened, no one would question the use of such an ugly gate. The thickness of the iron gate was so thick that several adults couldn't even hug it together.
Under such a miracle, everyone who entered, regardless of their status, lowered their heads.
This was not the mortal world they were familiar with. Everything here could not be measured by common sense. If the orderly things at the foot of the mountain were not enough to touch anyone, then everything on the mountain was enough to shock and impact everyone's hearts.
If there was anything on the surface that could be compared to this place, perhaps only the walls of the King's Castle, which had already disappeared.
With the limit of human strength, the huge wall that protected a city for more than a thousand years … However, it was already destroyed and was already history.
Those who had experienced all of this personally might have other thoughts when they saw the wall built by the Dragon Clan.
On the city wall, there was a pure white person standing, overlooking the people below.
The white person wasn't the kind of person who liked to look down on the ground. Seeing this scene, she just recalled something that happened more than ten years ago.
It wasn't a very distant memory. For the short-lived humans, it might be a whole short period of time. For the long-lived species, it was probably just a short moment.
But what about those who had a longer and more ancient life?
The white person didn't know.
Those who could stand on the city wall were naturally not ordinary people. She was different from others. She came here not only as a guest, but also as a VIP. Someone who was important enough to be valued by the people in this place. Her identity was indeed important, but not only that.
She pressed both of her hands on the bricks of the city wall.
The fortifications here were different from other places. What was needed here wasn't a gap for shooting arrows or cover, but a place for the wyverns to rest. There was only a huge stone wall beside her — for the wyverns, it was just a small stone to rest on.
She looked at everything below, and no one knew what she was thinking.
"Greetings, grey-white person." Behind the white person, someone came forward to greet her.
She turned around and saw a girl dressed in black.
The girl had a delicate but gloomy appearance. The luxurious clothes on her body didn't fit in with this place, but she seemed to be standing there naturally, as if this place was hers.
Other than the gorgeous but gloomy appearance of the girl, there was something else that couldn't be ignored.
On her forehead, there were two black horns that curved upwards … These weren't the horns of a demon, but the horns of a dragon.
"You are that person's daughter."
The white person was silent for a while. She didn't treat the black girl politely, and her voice was indifferent, "If you stand with me, it will cause others to have wild and fanciful thoughts."
"Father didn't say that I can't be close to anyone."
The black girl covered her mouth with her sleeve and giggled. She looked gentle, but in the eyes of those who understood, they could only feel a gloomy chill.
"Compared to those who get close to me in order to curry favor with my father, a strong person like you is more reassuring."
Speaking of this, the black girl glanced at the white person, "If I stay with such an outstanding woman like you, no man will dare to get close … But if you are too outstanding, it will be easy to attract jealousy and hatred."
The white person didn't care about the black girl's words, and didn't even reply.
She turned her head again to look outside the city wall, and noticed that there was something moving quickly with a string of wind and snow.
It was a huge carriage, with snow behind it, and it was rushing towards the city wall.
She recognized the carriage, and also knew who the owner of the carriage was.
After she remembered the carriage and its owner, the last thing she saw was the carriage leaving her, leaving her to someone else.
And the owner of the carriage only left with the boy.
The white person watched the madly rushing carriage get closer and closer, and she had already completely ignored the black girl's voice until she couldn't see the carriage that had already entered the iron gate.
"Long time no see," the white person said softly.