Lu Yu saw Golden Cicada, now known as Xuanzhuang, and gazed upon the transformed face of an old acquaintance, his heart brimming with thousands of emotions. He slowly walked out of this magnificent capital city.
Looking back, the setting sun sank westward, and the golden sunlight spilled over the towering city walls and the thick gates, causing the iron nails on the gate to reflect a dazzling brilliance.
This was a magnificent capital city, a city revered by all, where countless people experienced their joys and sorrows, hellos and goodbyes, life and death.
Yet all of this had nothing to do with him; he was merely a passerby.
Raising his head, he saw the fierce Dragon of Fortune coiled above the city. As peace reigned over the world and the population increased, the Dragon of Fortune grew stronger. It opened its eyes, watching the people below.
