the first day of the Lunar New Year.
Whistling in, several carriages crushed the spring snow beneath Datong Mountain.
Daqian philosophers, having declared they would arrive at the onset of spring, had indeed appeared on the first day of the season.
"Stop." The carriage halted at the foot of the mountain, and the coachman in the middle vehicle said to someone inside, "Sacrificial Officer, we have reached Datong Mountain."
"Um." Ming Rui stepped out of the middle carriage, stood atop the shafts, and gazed upon the familiar yet unfamiliar snowy landscape.
From the remaining carriages, students who had come to challenge for positions in the Literary Arena alighted in groups of threes and twos.
"Let's move." Ming Rui released his True Qi outward, enveloping the surrounding air, lifting many students upwards.
