Reining my horse, I return to view the night city, a thousand doors with lights so bright they illuminate the streets. I doubt I'm merely a traveler on a raft, instead it seems I am walking among the Milky Way and stars.
The Lantern Festival in Hengyang was incredibly lively.
Every household's candles shone brightly; enthusiasts paraded dragon lanterns through the streets or danced with them at relatives' and friends' houses, a practice known as playing with the Lantern Festival.
Here and there on the streets, one could see crosses made of straw, weighed down by heavy stones to ward off harsh winds—a remnant of the "wind-avoiding" custom from a few days ago.
"Rong, are you headed to the Five Divine Peaks again in a few days?"
"Mm."
"I've grasped the essence of the Peaks, and these past days, while practicing swordsmanship according to the divine sword manual, I've had some insights."
Zhao Rong stepped aside, making way for a vendor pushing a single-wheeled cart.
