Autumn rain, autumn rain, half blown away by the west wind.
Traveling to Liangdu, entering through the east gate.
In the markets and long alleys, Jianghu folks with umbrellas and cloaks are seen everywhere.
As dusk approaches and the rain grows heavier, travelers hurry to find shelter in buildings, making the business of taverns and tea houses increasingly prosperous, with wait staff busily scurrying back and forth, their legs seemingly growing thinner.
The great battle at Yuelai Inn two days ago has already been elaborately embellished by the Tea Connoisseur.
Those martial artists newly arrived in Liangdu sigh at having missed the excitement by a mere step.
Speaking of the battle between those two young swordsmen, a mixed look of amazement appears on the faces of several young men and women outside the tea house in East City.
Upon hearing this, the tallest among them, the elder brother, couldn't help but put down the ancient manuscript he was holding.
