Night fell, deep in the hour of the rat.
A carriage leisurely materialized within the peach blossom grove. Fang Duobing sat at the front of the carriage, holding the Erya Sword as he drove.
This peach blossom grove was vast, stretching endlessly out of sight. Beneath the cold, clear moonlight, they had been wandering here for the span of an incense stick, yet still no one had appeared.
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