The road in front of the manor was not wide, less than thirty-six feet, paved with bluestone. On one side of the road lay the manor, and on the other, the clear river, where trees and fragrant flowers and plants were planted along the bank.
The rich merchant from southern mountains was a fastidious person, and the flowers and trees along the road were all cultivated by the servants of the manor. Whenever a flower withered, the servants would dig it up and bury it, then plant fresh, blooming flowers in its place.
Although this practice cost a good deal of money, the merchant's family was wealthy.
Suddenly, a splash of fresh blood fell upon the flower beds, followed by bursting Sword Qi flying chaotically, destroying the fresh flowers beyond recognition.
Even the valuable trees planted by the river were felled, several of them chopped down.
