In the blazing summer heat, a stand of emerald bamboo spread like a cluster of green clouds, holding up a patch of cool shade.
The mountain wind was like an invisible hand, sweeping in wave after wave, carrying the fresh fragrance of bamboo leaves.
On the mountain road, a man and an ox walked at an unhurried pace.
They rested now and then, then ambled on, without a destination in mind.
The mountain wind rose and fell, the bamboo rustled in waves, and occasionally a few birdcalls mingled with it...
Sensing the changes in the Spirit Qi between heaven and earth brought a sudden feeling of tranquility, easing much of one's agitation.
Where should they go?
Li Ping'an had already left Great Sui.
He had not gone north, but had headed south all the way.
Back then, he had traveled north straight to Demon-Suppressing Pass; this time, he was heading south.
Along the way, while passing through a town, Li Ping'an and Old Ox had also bought a small pot.
Of course, this destination was not fixed. If something came up, they could change that decision at any time.
Old Ox found a kind of fruit beside the stream ahead.
There was one fruit to each leaf. The fruit was round, its red skin dotted with distinct white spots.
What was strange about this fruit was that whether one cut its leaves, fruit, or branches, a white, milky sap would seep out.
"Milk Fruit."
Li Ping'an recognized the fruit. Of course, some also called it Honey Loquat.
They peeled the fruit and ate the flesh directly.
Even before it entered the mouth, its rich fruity fragrance was enough to make one's mouth water. He took a gentle bite.
A sweet-and-sour flavor filled his mouth. Chewed slowly, it left a lingering