"Hahaha, Gao Shiwu, hurry and catch up!"
"Li, slow down..."
"In such a grand era as this, you and I should aim high and soar to the skies like majestic swans!"
On both banks of the great river, the joyous laughter of spirited youths riding their horses echoed in the warm autumn sun and shimmering waves.
Standing at the bow of the ship cutting through the water, Yang Ge faced the golden sun, gazing toward the boundless plains at the far end, where the wide expanse of the Bian River, reflecting the dazzling autumn sunlight, nestled in the midst like a glistening ribbon of exquisite splendor and magnificence!
The vast scenery of the plains made him feel a broadness in his chest, an urge to roar into the wind.
'It seems one really must venture out into the world. Staying cooped up in such a small place every day, one's body might not turn moldy, but the mind would certainly grow grass!' he thought.
