Upon reaching the city gate, Wei Jin, the junior sister, said, "It's a pity that we're here in midsummer, an ill-suited season."
Zhang Jingcheng, the junior brother, understood and said, "Indeed."
"The migratory cranes travel south in winter and return north in spring, using Hecheng as their transit point. Only then can one witness the beautiful sight of the cranes dancing over the Dan River."
Zhao Rong couldn't help but nod his head, "Accompanying a crane dance with music would indeed resonate with the ethereal charm of immortals, pure and refined."
The disciples from Mount Heng all praised in agreement.
Master Bu Jie scratched his head, a straightforward man, yet at that moment, he hesitated to speak.
He realized he had no opening to join the conversation.
Entering the western part of Hecheng, they no longer needed to stay at a roadside inn.
The Yuelai Inn here was clean and proper.
Back in Fengyang, they had split into two tables.
