The cold winter gradually fades away, as spring quietly arrives.
The warm spring breeze scatters the deep chill, no more snowstorms, and the sky also begins to clear up from time to time.
On both sides of the official road, the branches of old trees, that have been covered with winter snow for a whole grotto heaven, start to sprout with new buds, tender green and exquisite, greedily absorbing the air between heaven and earth.
On the branches, still hang the extremely fine raindrops washed by Spring Rain yet to drip.
Whirr.
The hub of the carriage wheels roll over, the water and mud accumulated on the ground burst open, splashing around.
Following the first carriage, an unending line of horsedrawn vehicles rumble past, leaving neat rut marks on the still soft ground where the snow had not yet fully melted.
Li Che sits cross-legged in the carriage, drawing ever closer to Dao City, the carriage no longer jolts about.
"Approaching the area of Lingnan Taoist City..."
Hu Lü~
