"A few clouds whiter than a woman's skin floated across the azure sky, their graceful forms taking every shape imaginable.
The cloud on the left resembled a woman's panties, while the one on the right looked like a woman's peaks towering into the clouds.
The one to the southeast looked like... a mysterious forest...
Ah~ so magnificent, so beautiful!"
So Run Tu recorded.
This was its first long trip with the boss, and its first time leaving Shushan.
Its excitement spilled out in every word.
Li Ping'an walked at an unhurried pace, lifting his face toward the setting sun, an endless road beneath his feet.
Autumn Rhyme Lake's waters, the cries of autumn cicadas.
A little bridge over flowing water, the setting sun a brilliant red.
Li Ping'an was following an ancient road.
It was said that this ancient road had existed before Great Sui was founded.
Built to a width of roughly ten feet, it allowed two horses traveling in opposite directions to pass unhindered.
Li Ping'an hummed a song. Mule bells jingled beside him from time to time as private merchant caravans passed him along the ancient road, their figures crossing his.
The merchants curiously studied this strange Blue Robes Man.
An ox and a chah.
Neither needed a lead; they simply followed behind him.
It truly was an odd combination.
Sometimes, groups of three or five Jianghu travelers passed by as well.
Their steps were light, their breathing steady.
There were also lone wandering swordsmen, some with long swords at their waists, others cradling sabers, carrying quite a flavor of the Jianghu.
He walked on like this until evening, when not a trace of sunlight remained between heaven and earth.
Although Li Ping'an did not feel tired, traveling by day and resting at night-
It was as