Jade Gate Pass.
Legend had it that fine jade from the Western Regions entered the Central Plains through this pass, hence its name, Jade Gate Pass.
It was a vital pass along the Silk Road, where trade flourished. All manner of goods passed through here, exchanged with the distant other side of the world. Camel bells chimed softly, men shouted and horses neighed, while caravans and envoys came and went in an endless stream.
This was the beginning and end of countless merchants' dreams. They either rose to great wealth, gaining vast fortunes, lovely wives, and beautiful concubines, or perished in the sea of sand, their sun-bleached bones gazing toward their homeland. Jade Gate Pass was a place countless people could never forget.
Why should the Qiang flute lament the willows? The spring breeze never crossed Jade Gate Pass.
One line of poetry could not exhaust its desolation; how many souls had been bound to it in dreams.
Poplars stood tall, spring water gleamed emerald, and reeds swayed in the wind. Ancient beacon towers stood stark beside the old pass. Bai Yujun was fortunate enough to see this legendary Jade Gate Pass. Living was not merely about stuffing oneself with energy like a force-fed duck; one had to see and hear things too. As a former little snake, Bai Yujun had accomplished much that her kind could never achieve.
"Once I leave Jade Gate Pass, I'll no longer be bound or restrained. What a place for a flood dragon to both love and hate."
The pass city was built from rammed yellow clay, its mighty fortress and ancient road weathered yet austere.
Camel caravans and merchants flowed past without end.
Bai Yujun floated off the horse's back and flew lightly onto the roof ridge of the gate tower. From that