Autumn had begun, and it was precisely when the yang energy between heaven and earth was at its peak, about to decline after reaching its zenith.
This… was a season suitable for traveling.
Last year at this time, two young heroes had set out from Hangzhou, embarking on their tales of rivers and lakes.
This year, another young hero chose this day to depart from Cangzhou, heading for Weihai.
This person, with his sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, pale face and thin lips, could indeed be described as handsome and dashing.
Astride his horse, his lean yet robust figure appeared majestic; the sword hanging at his waist proclaimed his identity as a swordsman.
Thus he rode his horse, moving neither too quickly nor too slowly, alone on the main road.
Passersby, men and women, young and old, couldn't help but take an extra look when they saw him pass by.
Men seemed to gaze at a dream of their youthful days, while women too envied or longed for everything this young man possessed…
