Luzhou Western Road.
Petals scattered in profusion, branches shed their leaves. Roots and reeds all broken, the floating weeds drifted with the wind, moving southeastward on their own.
The autumn wind granted no pity, and the grass on both sides of the road bowed low.
"Giddy up!"
"Giddy up!"
"..."
As they approached Luzhou, the roads grew busier with carts and horses. The people from the Hengshan and Huashan sects had turned east from the thirtieth lodge, heading straight for the west of Luzhou City.
Before noon, they arrived at a small village.
"Old man, may I ask how far it is to Luzhou City from here?"
A farmer, carrying a hoe and holding a teapot, pointed east,
"Keep heading east, pass the official pavilion market, wade through a shallow river, follow the main road for a little more than an hour, and you'll reach it. If you hurry your horses, you can still enjoy a hot bowl of food in Luzhou City."
"Thank you."
