The red clouds hung overhead, and the cooling breeze blew down.
Ouyang Shuo led his troops and walked through the wilderness, feeling the different and more warm atmosphere of Wuzhou Prefecture.
When he went past the Devil’s Slope, he could smell the slight scent of osmanthus flowers. In this serious wilderness, such a smell jolted one to their senses and helped them regain focus.
"Where is this place?"
"This slope is where Chiyou stopped his troops."
"Does the mountain have osmanthus flowers?"
"That's right. On the mountains, there is a whole patch of osmanthus trees. However, because the weather in the wilderness changed, all the osmanthus flowers that bloomed withered in a day."
When Ouyang Shuo heard these words, he looked at the peak in silence. Others could not see through his expression.
