The fierce wind committed atrocities, rolling up dust on the main road with it rising to the sky like dancing dragons and snakes.
The poplar branches swayed left and right, and the pale light of the sky made the crunching sound of the wheels rolling over clods of earth seem like whispers of the land.
There were quite a few carriages and horses on the main road, with the one adorned with a bronze ox clad in patterned hide moving the slowest, usually carrying women inside.
"Giddy up~!"
Jianghu people, lightly dressed and armed, rode fast on their horses.
Occasionally, the clear jingle of bells under the brisk horse's mane could be heard, and without looking up, it was sure to be a young female warrior from a family new to Jianghu.
In the royal court, you needed a rank of third grade or higher to wear such an adornment, but Jianghu people paid no mind to such rules.
Whoever's sword or blade was faster, that was the rule.
