Early in the morning, as soon as the sun peeked over the horizon, its rays awoke everything on the earth.
Taking advantage of the faint morning light, Zhao Shengyang hurriedly rode out of Flower City, heading toward Flourishing Flower Valley.
He had ridden hard all night long, and by the time he reached Flower City, dawn had already broken.
Without any delay, he immediately started climbing the mountain to search for his uncle's, Huang Yueqing's, trail.
On his way up the mountain, Zhao Shengyang was already feeling exhausted, sweating profusely and gasping for breath after just a few steps.
Soon, he arrived at Peach Flower Ridge.
The whole area was covered with peach trees.
Amid the complex maze of trunks, his visibility was very low.
Trying to find someone in this peach forest was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
He began searching around, all the while shouting Huang Yueqing's name loudly.
