Moon-watching Tower, the thirty-third floor's peak.
Clouds tumbled and surged.
The sky was clear today, and through the clouds one could barely make out the bustling splendor of the Imperial Capital.
The streets were broad and straight, buildings connected by their overhanging eaves, with thick layers of snow still not melted, already blanketed with fresh snowfall; yet the cold did not in the slightest affect the people's enthusiasm for life.
Wagons and horses packed the streets, a buzzing noise like swarming bees.
At the Accumulated Water Pond, merchant ships passed to and fro.
Merchants from Chuanshan, great traders from Wu and Chu, their sails like reeds, making their way directly to the Emperor's feet.
Liang Qu lit up his Golden Eyes, and after searching the familiar streets for a long time, finally found his home next to the Accumulated Water Pond.
