At dusk, the setting sun was a molten gold.
The autumn breeze arose, blowing from the mainland toward the North Sea.
In the Wutong Street of the eastern part of Du You City, near the cliff by the sea of the East City, the street led straight to the seaside, right where the wind was the noisiest.
A young Confucian scholar, who had changed his clothes five times that day, dressed in a crossed-collar long gown and with rolled-up sleeves, stepped out of a residence named Qinglian Bureau located centrally on Wutong Street. Trailing behind him was a slender girl with twin buns, her eyes lively and spirited.
This playful young girl, harboring a Class A Flying Sword within her Heart Lake, happily followed Rong'er, lifting one delicate foot at that moment, playfully hopping over the threshold.
"Rong'er, wait for me," she exclaimed.
After bouncing over, Qian'er satisfiedly clapped her hands, but as soon as she looked up, she saw Zhao Rong walking away quickly, not looking back at her.
