High Willow City, Linjiang Square, Mr. Lu's courtyard.
The sky was approaching evening, gradually dimming to a dusky yellow.
Atop the wicker chair, Mr. Lu lay on it, yawning, placing the bamboo fan over his face to shield the bright light.
Beside him, in the middle of the water channel, there was a wooden cart.
The water flowed past, the wheels of the wooden cart turned, the edges formed vanes, stirring a slightly warm breeze.
"There are indeed some skilled craftsmen in High Willow City."
The Ninth Great Temple Priest chuckled and said, "It is said that this time, those people experienced the visions of an ancient city within the ruins. The city is now organizing all that they have seen and heard. Could it be that this wooden cart was also crafted based on what was seen in the ruins?"
"Nonsense, this is the masterpiece of my proud disciple, the product of diligent research, not an imitation of the ancients."
