The Liao River was a tributary of the Fen River system, located in Dai Commandery, Yongzhou's closest region to the Central Plains. It bordered Xiangzhou, stretched one hundred and three kilometers in total, and emptied into the vast East Sea at its end, serving as the boundary between Yongzhou and Xiangzhou.
Since ancient times, the Liao River had produced many heroes, one powerful martial artist after another who carried the world in their hearts. Thus, the martial spirit here was exceptionally flourishing and the people fierce and hardy. Even farmers tending their fields knew a few crude fist techniques, making it a famous source of soldiers in the northern lands.
Liao City lay north of the Liao River. Its southern gate faced the mighty river's ceaselessly surging waters. The city was not large, yet its population was dense, merchants came and went without end, and rare curios within the city emerged one after another, attracting countless visitors to sightsee and enjoy themselves.
That day, little Liao City welcomed two supreme experts the Liao River had never produced throughout all ages. The man was resolute and powerfully built, his bearing soaring; the woman possessed peerless beauty, enough to make a hundred flowers lower their heads in shame.
"We arrived fairly early. There are still three days until the eighth. Why not take this chance to have a proper look around? Staying in the Divine Constable Gate cultivating all the time is far too dull. Touring scenic mountains and waters is no bad thing either."
Facing the bustling crowds on Liao City's main avenue, Xiang Yang held Ning Ke's hand and spoke with evident eagerness.
He had dressed with particular care today. His waterfall-like black hair was secured by an azure crown patterned with clouds, with a jade hairpin inserted into it.