In the Dachu Dynasty, within the territory of Zhongzhou, petals were falling like a shower; the sound of horse hooves was unceasing.
It was the perfect season when the ice had melted, and the flowers were blooming in spring warmth.
A simple black carriage moved slowly along the mountain road.
The coachman wore a bamboo hat, yet he was a youth.
"Master... young mountain lord, how much longer until we reach Great Chu Imperial City?"
Duan Zhao turned around, looking towards the carriage compartment.
"No rush, we're nearly there," Xie Xuanyi, who sat inside the carriage, eyes closed in meditation, said indifferently, "I estimate it will take another two or three days... You can go even slower if you like."
"Even slower?"
Duan Zhao said helplessly, "Aren't you bothered by the bumpy ride? Besides... on this journey, I haven't seen you take in any of the scenery."
"Fool, looking at mountains and water, how far can you see with just your eyes?"
